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Juno | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Male!Reader (SMUT😉)

A/N: Wow another Steve Rogers fic. Anyways this one is smut. Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut so it's going to be really bad. So enjoy!

Title and plot (loosely) based off of Sabrina Carpenter's new song (stream the album btw or else):

Juno

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: I might let you make me Juno 😉

Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex

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“And then he said to me, ‘How about you change your dentures!’” A chorus of laughter erupted from around the table. Among the voices and chuckles was Y/N, sporting a fake laugh to hide the pain he was currently feeling on the inside. He so badly wanted to leave, thinking that laughing at whatever he was presented with would help pass the night. 

Y/N was an Avenger. He loved his job – no doubt. He loved being able to help people on a worldwide scale, and the overall idea of doing something that mattered. However, what Y/N didn’t realize was that the fine print of the Avenger’s contract included him forcefully being present at the annual U.S. Defence Symposium Convention, where diplomats and political leaders from around the globe gathered to discuss foreign affairs. While he never had to speak during these conventions, Y/N’s presence was required for Avengers PR reasons. Why it couldn’t be anyone else was a question he’d never find the answer to. Luckily for him, he wasn’t alone this year. Even better for him, he was with his lovely boyfriend.

Y/N glanced towards Steve at the other side of the circular table. Steve was already looking at him, wearing a similar bored expression. The two shared tired smiles. A positive that came with being Captain America’s boyfriend was intimate looks like these, shared across dinner tables, conference meetings, and other situations where they couldn’t be close. Looks and glances that made Y/N feel warm inside. No one else knew, even the team, of their clandestine relationship, afraid of the uproar that would come if it were to become public. The controversy that came with two of the United States’ defensive powerhouses dating – especially considering both were men – was something Y/N chose to think about rarely.

The senator continued his comedically-not-funny joke, and Y/N felt grey hairs growing. He knew he had to leave or he would’ve broken down in tears. As a guest speaker was about to be introduced, Y/N politely excused himself from the table and glanced towards Steve, his eyes already on him. He gave him a wink – a not-so-discrete signal they both came up with before arriving, loosely meaning, ‘I can’t handle this anymore and I need to get the fuck out of here – meet me in the bathroom.’ 

As he walked through the halls of the large venue, he marvelled at the grandness of the building where the convention was held. While he despised being there, he had to admit the building was architecturally and aesthetically pleasing, being more on the higher end of NYC establishments with its Art Deco-inspired assets. When Y/N made it to the bathroom, he checked beneath the stalls to see if anyone was present before letting out a loud groan. He knew he had to talk to Nick Fury later to discuss his supposedly mandatory attendance at the energy-draining convention. He couldn’t stand another second here. Leaning against the sink, he waited for Steve to arrive.

After about two minutes, the door to the washroom opened, and Y/N was met with Steve's presence. Steve raised his eyebrows, silently asking if anyone else was there, to which Y/N responded by shaking his head. “What did it, huh?” Steve asked, closing the door behind him.

“That geriatric senator, obviously – Senator Shortdick,” Y/N groaned. The senator’s name was actually in fact Dick – something Y/N’s immaturity found astoundingly hilarious. “His very long extended joke about…I don’t even know actually.” 

“He was talking about his son, Y/N,” Steve said, walking closer to the other man. “It was a nice story – very wholesome.” When Steve reached Y/N, he wrapped his arms around his waist before giving him a small peck. 

Y/N’s eyes met Steve’s, and they both gave each other reassuring smiles. They both desperately wanted to leave, but were aware they legally couldn’t.

“I don’t think I can handle this anymore, Steve,” Y/N’s voice whined, laying his head on Steve’s muscular chest, and caressing his sides. “I need something exciting.” Suddenly, as if he had an epiphany, Y/N conjured a devious idea to pass the time. Looking up at Steve, he gave him a half-lidded look, an action he did in jest whenever he wanted something from him. “We should fuck right now.” 

Steve only responded with a bewildered look, slowly shaking his head and reprimanding Y/N’s unsavoury suggestion. “We can’t, Y/N,” he said. “It’s too risky. Not to mention, distasteful – we’re in public.” Steve was the more rational person in their relationship, often taking Y/N’s outrageous ideas to heed.

“Why not, Stevie?” Y/N’s voice feigned softness and seductivity. “Isn’t it exciting,” he started, arms sliding up Steve’s clothed bicep. “The idea of getting caught here.” 

“Not really-.” Before Steve could continue, Y/N connected their lips. It started soft – short and sweet – before gradually getting more intense and feverish. Steve pushed the small of Y/N’s back closer, deepening the touch of their lips. Steve wanted Y/N badly, and Y/N was aware of that. He always knew that he had some type of figurative spell over Steve, causing him to be more acquiescent towards him than any other member of the team – even before they started dating. Steve was entirely bewitched by Y/N.

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The two eventually locked themselves in one of the bathroom stalls, lips already connected and moving together hungrily. Both prayed no toilet would come beckoning some diplomat’s bladder amidst their carnal moment together. As they continued face-fucking each other, Y/N trailed his hands down towards Steve’s pantsuit. He palmed Steve’s already present bulge, rubbing it with the soles of his hand and causing a quiet whimper to leave Steve’s mouth. At hearing Steve’s sultry noise, Y/N felt his cock growing harder and heavier.

Y/N broke their lips’ ravenous movement and began unbuttoning Steve’s tux. “I saw you practically ogling me in there.” He bit one of Steve’s sensitive spots on his neck, eliciting a low groan from his throat. “It’s like you were begging to fuck me with your fuck-me eyes.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve panted in response. 

“Stay oblivious then, Stevie.” Y/N slipped Steve’s suit off, revealing his muscled buff chest. Not even a second later, Y/N’s mouth began trailing down Steve’s torso. He peppered kisses all over Steve’s chest, going further and further down until he was on his knees. Y/N came face-to-face with Steve’s growing bulge. He salivated, thinking about taking Steve’s entire cock in one go – the idea of hearing Steve’s whimpers made his dick even firmer.

Steve’s gaze was locked on Y/N. His eyes were half-closed, face flushed with both lust and pleasure. Y/N then unbuttoned Steve’s pants before taking them off which revealed Steve’s undergarments. Without sparing another moment, Y/N yanked Steve’s boxers off. Steve’s cock, upon being unclothed, sprung upwards and ached in the cold bathroom air. It begged for attention that Y/N’s mouth was more than willing to give. A slight droplet of precum was already at the slit which made Y/N even more aroused. Not wanting Steve to finish quickly (as if that is even a problem with his serum-induced stamina), Y/N started slow. He gave Steve’s shaft one long lick at the base, relishing the semi-salty taste. Y/N continued licking, throwing occasional glances towards Steve and how he was reacting. The quiet whimpering coming out of Steve’s mouth was evident he wanted – needed more. “Just please take it all, Y/N,” he quietly whined.

Y/N chuckled. He decided Steve had been good tonight and, sparing him from further punishment, took his entire cock in his mouth. A loud moan erupted from Steve to which he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth to silence. Y/N had to adjust to Steve’s size for a moment before doing anything further. Despite having done this several times, Y/N always thought Steve’s dick was maybe too big for him. This wasn’t that much of a problem for him as while he did struggle in throating it, it did make his ass feel good. And very sore afterwards. After a brief moment, Y/N began to slowly move his head up and down Steve’s cock. Steve struggled to quiet down his noises of pleasure as much as Y/N struggled trying not to choke. With each movement of Y/N’s head, Steve was hitting the back of his throat which sent a wave of pleasure down his spine. Steve, however, wanted much more.

To Y/N’s shock, Steve bundled his hands in his H/C locks and shoved him further down his throat. Y/N’s eyes went wide, gagging noises coming from his clogged mouth. Before Y/N could steady himself, Steve began ramming his throat at a rapid speed, his attempt to quiet himself vanishing as he prioritized quickly getting off with Y/N’s mouth. As Steve continued at his pace, he let out breathy moans that were amplified and reverbed by the bathroom’s walls. While Steve was in pure bliss at his cock being serviced, Y/N was not able to cope with the sudden change. His hands were placed on both of Steve’s thighs, trying to steady himself. Tears pricked near the corner of his eyes as his entire buccal cavity and throat continued being ransacked by Steve’s length. Each time Steve’s cock hit the rear of his throat, Steve shuddered and Y/N gagged loudly. As Steve began nearing his climax, he began to go even quicker than his initial speed, causing Y/N’s tears to freefall down his cheeks. With one loud grunt and a sloppy thrust, Steve came down Y/N’s throat. As Y/N felt the warm and salty fluid trail down his throat, Steve’s breaths became more shallow.

Steve leaned against the stall’s door, and a slick ‘pop’ sounded as he took his cock out of Y/N’s mouth. He was still recovering from his orgasm as Y/N quickly got up from his knees and roughly pushed his chest. “Dude!’ Y/N half-yelled. “What the fuck was that? You nearly killed me!”

Steve staggered slightly at Y/N’s hit. He looked at Y/N with a confused expression that quickly vanished upon seeing his tear-stained cheeks. An apologetic look promptly dawned. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine it’s just,” Y/N said while wiping his face, “you have to warn me first before you do that.” 

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” Steve did look remorseful. His face looked as if he had accidentally kicked a dog. “We should probably stop now.”

Y/N gave looked at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me?” He pointed sternly towards Steve, his voice coming out furious with a tinge of playfulness. “The only apology I’ll accept now is if you fuck me right here.”

“But, Y/N, I don’t have the…” Steve’s voice trailed off.

“The what, Steve?”

“You know,” Steve said, face slightly pink. “The wet thing and the rubber thing?”

An actual genuine look of bewilderment made its way onto Y/N’s face. “You mean condoms and lube?” Steve nodded shyly and Y/N began to laugh. “Steve, you just pounded my face in. Don’t give me any shit about you being too coy to say the words ‘condom’ and ‘lube’.” He then glanced down towards Steve’s penis which was already erect again. “Plus, your thing,” he continued, mocking Steve’s mannerisms, “still looks pretty wet from my spit. And as far as I remember, none of us have any diseases.” Y/N quickly looked towards Steve. “Right?” Steve nodded his head quickly, still too embarrassed to respond. Before Steve could do anything further, Y/N took his pants off alongside his underwear. “You’re already hard again, Steve. What are you gonna do 'bout it?”

Y/N’s teasing tone evoked Steve’s earlier confidence, leading to him hoisting Y/N around his waist, a quick yelp coming out of Y/N at the sudden movement. Before Y/N could say anything, Steve hastily prevented him by connecting their lips. Their tongues quickly tangled together, saliva combining and becoming indistinguishable from one another. “Steve, just put it in already, God.” Y/N’s voice came out breathy and unstable. Steve obeyed quicker than usual, seemingly eager to come a second time that night. Grabbing his cock with one hand and supporting Y/N with the other, he angled it towards Y/N's gaping hole. Without wasting any more time, Steve promptly thrust the entirety of his length inside of Y/N. A filthy ludicrous whine came from Y/N’s throat. His prostate was already being reached by Steve’s tip, causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He was euphoric and as Steve started moving, his speed matching that of earlier, Y/N felt like he ascended. 

Steve was usually gentle whenever they had sex, but he decided to spare no mercy tonight. His thrusts were aggressive, leaving Y/N unable to handle the surplus of pleasure he was feeling. With each graze felt by his prostate, he was sent further into the heavenly bliss he felt. “H-have you seen that one movie,” Y/N said in between heavy pants. “Juno?” He knew it was a stupid question, both in the situation he asked it in, and how he knew Steve had barely seen anything made in the 21st century.

Steve continued thrusting into Y/N, the sound of their skin slapping reverberating around the room. “No – fuck,” Steve’s voice came out breathless. “What is that?” His face was contorting into different variations of lewd expressions, making Y/N’s hard-on even stiffer. It was rare to see the Captain America in such a vulnerable state, and Y/N savoured the fact he was the only person who was able to see him like this. 

The pleasure Y/N felt inside of him was indescribable. Their fucking had never reached this level of catharsis. “Nothing – it doesn’t matter. Just keep going, Steve…please…” Y/N saw the little dribble of precum dripping from his cock. He was close. And Y/N knew Steve was too from how his pounds started becoming sloppier, and how his hands gripped his ass tighter. Their lips found each other again, and their tongues connected. Steve swallowed all of Y/N’s whimpers, biting his lower lip to prevent any would-be passersby from hearing his erotic gasps for air. 

“I’m gonna come, Y/N,” Steve breathlessly spoke. His pacing started to decline, and his entire body trembled. 

As Steve was about to endure another orgasm, Y/N saw him about to pull out. Suddenly, he protested with a hoarse sigh, “No, Steve, just finish inside me – it’s fine.” Steve nodded his head silently, not needing to be told twice. Their pants continued syncing together as Steve rode out his climax. Another load of his hot white cream exited him and filled Y/N to the brim. Shortly after Steve finished, Y/N felt his climax coming in. Steve continued floppily thrusting to aid in his release, soon releasing in thick ribbons that covered his and Steve’s chests. 

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Steve gently collapsed both of their bodies on the ground. The pair were in a state of exhausted pleasure, their breaths still deep and frequent. It stayed this way for a few minutes – Steve and Y/N basking in the decline of their orgasms in a comfortable silence. Y/N glanced down towards his ass, a tad icked out by Steve’s jizz pouring out of him. “It’s kind of gross isn’t it,” he said to Steve. 

Steve was broken out of his euphoric trance upon hearing Y/N’s voice. “What is?” He said, still catching his breath.

“Look,” Y/N signalled to his downward area. “It looks really strange.” The pair’s eyes met and they both erupted in boisterous laughter. 

As they started quieting down from what they considered the funniest thing of that night, Steve suddenly remembered what Y/N asked earlier. “Hey, what was it with that movie you asked me about earlier.”

“Juno?” Y/N responded.

“Yeah, that one.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Y/N said, getting uncharacteristically shy. “I just thought…it’d be nice if we have kids one day.” Y/N then realized what he said and began doubling down. “I mean, that is if you want any with me at all – children I mean. A family.”

Steve didn’t say anything. Instead, he smiled at Y/N, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. Y/N responded by giving him a meek smile. They both were met with another silence, their love-laced gazes filling each other with a comforting warmth. 

“How are we gonna get out of here, Steve?” Y/N’s voice came out softly, too absorbed in the moment to genuinely care about where they were.

“Now that is the predicament, isn’t it?” Steve said, reciprocating Y/N’s blissful voice.

Fortunately, it was evident that luck was on their side that night as no one had entered the bathroom at any point in their love-making.

FIN

A/N: My Google searches are legit “Synonyms for ‘cock’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms for ‘moaning’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms of ‘cum’ in fanfiction”, and “How to write smut properly.” Anyways, hope you enjoyed whatever that mess was!

What do you think about exhibition kink ? And who do you think would have it, Buck or Steve?

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Pairing: Personal trainer/beefy Steve x reader

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, Steve is 6'4, praise kink, exhibition kink, degradation kink

A/N: As always do not copy, translate, rewrite or repost my works.

Co-owner of the infamous gym, the Brooklyn 107th and part-time boxer Steve has a huge exhibitionism kink.

A few weeks ago, he had the windows of his gym covered with a transparent plastic film that allows for his customers to work out without being seen by people on the street.

At least that's what he told everyone.

Really it's because he loves to fuck you in front of the ceiling to floor glass windows during your personal sessions.

He adored your body the second you stepped into his gym, asking if he could help you get in shape. He never offered personal training sessions until you.

And you were the only one who received his very special attention.

Your training sessions started off tame but the more he touched you, the more he craved you.

Soon your one-on-one sessions began to happen later and later because he wanted to spend time alone with you.

You made him nearly feral every time you worked out together. He couldn't stop thinking about all the filthy things he wanted to do to you.

The first time you softly grunted, the sound nearly sent him over the edge. He spent the entire hour hiding how hard he was.

Steve waited until you were in the parking lot before locking the doors, barely able to control himself before he reached the showers. His hand wrapped around his aching cock as he thought about how soft you felt as he helped you squat.

At night he dreamed about those sexy little grunts you made when you boxed or lifted weights, only in his mind you were making them because of him.

Steve tried to maintain his professionalism until one day he was in the middle of stretching your legs and he saw the wet spot forming on the crotch of your leggings.

His heart raced at the thought of you being as affected as he was.

You couldn't even feel embarrassed because he stared at it, at you with such lust you almost came right there on the yoga mat.

His eyes drifted up to your face and he bit his bottom lip as he gazed at you. Then his lips curled into a wide smirk. "Y'know I really should stretch all of you sweetheart."

Your hands slip, the pristine glass smudged by your sweat.

“God, please Steve, fuck fuck fuck fuck, I can’t.” The glass fogs up from your harsh, frantic pants, the condensation growing with each sob ripped from your throat. “Pleaseplease Steve.”

Steve growls in your ear, the feral sound making you whimper in response, another please falling from your lip.

“You can take it, you’re okay, take it, sweetheart.” Steve grits his teeth, his damp blonde hair plastered to his forehead. He’s never been in such a tight wet pussy, you have to take it because he can’t get enough of you.

You lean forward, pushing your forearms flat on the window, and pull yourself up on your tiptoes. No, you can’t, you can’t take anymore. It’s too good and fuuuck you can’t, you just need-Taking in a deep breath, you cry out in relief when your swollen cunt slides to the tip of his throbbing cock.

Your head lolls back and your pussy clenches down when you see his dark blue eyes glaring at you. Oh please, Steve. You thought you couldn’t get any wetter until you had 6’4 of pure tatted muscles behind you, his deep voice ringing in your ear “you better not run again sweetheart, take this cock like a big girl before I fuck you stupid.“

His wrapped hands grab your waist, his scarred, calloused fingertips dig into the soft dips of your hips, and he drops you back on his cock.

Pleasure bursts through your body so hard and fast, your legs collapse, your hands sliding down the window as you keen. Steve laughs when you wail his name, the thin high cries with each thrust making his cock even harder. One large, thick arm wraps around your waist and he pushes your body into the glass.

Steve’s hip snaps into yours over and over, the salacious sound echoing through the nearly empty gym. He slams his hand on the glass and grabs your chin with the other. Your dazed eyes rake over the busy street. The thin pane of glass is the only thing separating your naked body from the lunchtime rush of people outside.

“Look at them,” he pants in your ear, “wonder if they know what a cockdrunk little slut you are for me. My sweet little slut, so fucking good for me. “

Steve knows you love it when he talks to you like this, making you take every thick inch and praising you for doing so good. Your greedy pussy clamping down on him tighter and tighter with each filthy praise.

He slides his fingers down to your clit and rubs your aching bundle of nerves so softly, a sharp contrast to the way he’s pounding into your cunt.

“Want me to open one of the windows and let them see how good you are, taking my cock like the good fucking girl you are. You want that, sweetheart?”

You feel his deep laughter on your skin when you moan in response, too far gone to form coherent words. You’ll let him fuck you in the middle of the ring before his next match if he keeps doing that. More broken pleases, for him to stop, go deeper, just please Steve. Fuck you, don’t know what you want, only that it’s too much and you want more.

“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s how you take my cock, so fucking proud of you sweetheart, now let’s-“ Steve places his hand on your back and forces you into an arch and he hits a patch just inside your pussy and you see stars.

The windows rattle when you slap your hands on them, you don’t notice the people turning their heads in your direction, too overwhelmed by the sweltering heat blazing through your belly, the knot fraying and unraveling as you sob.

His name a chant on your tongue as you come hard, so hard it nearly hurts.

“Good girl,” he praises, groaning when your walls flutter around him. “That’s my girl.”

You slump against the cool glass as Steve continues to fuck you, his hips slapping into yours two, three more times before warmth coats your spasming walls. He kisses along the back of your neck, murmuring more praises as he pulls your trembling body from the window.

“Good warm-up sweetheart.” He nips your shoulder, his hands sliding around your belly. “Now it’s time for your cardio.”

Happy Sinday 😌

Pairing: Biker!Steve x Reader

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), smut, no minors.

A/N: Late sinday drabble.

It’s your hands that he notices first. Soft and warm on his hair-covered thighs. Always so soft. It’s how he knows it’s you. Nothing soft has touched his skin in years. Until you. Those warm, soft palms glide up his legs, over his stomach. He shifts into your touch, ridged curved muscles pushing into your fingertips.

“Please,” the word thick and rough in his throat drifts on his tongue, passing his lips in a coarse whisper. His mind, dull from sleep, barely registers your low hum in response.

Your lips trace over the faint freckles peppered along his sun-kissed skin, creating a map of him that only you’ll ever use. Your guide. A personalized key to unlocking his every weakness. The one right below his ear that makes him shudder when you sink your teeth into it. The one below his collarbone, near his colorful tattoo, makes him grit his teeth, hissing out a warning you’ll gleefully ignore.

But this one.

The one on his lower belly next to the thin vein leading down to his cock.

This one is your favorite.

You trace the pad of your finger around it, following the vein down down down his skin, watching his cock, heavy and long and thick, get bigger and bigger before your eyes. Resting your cheek on his thigh, you wrap your hand around his base, fuck he’s so thick your fingers and thumb aren’t even close to touching each other.

He makes a guttural sound in his throat. Long eyelashes fanning across his face, lips parting.

Please

Your hand stills, eyes flickering up to his face. He’s pulled under again, unable to resist the strong drag of exhaustion lingering in his bones. You want to ease his tired body, make him feel good, and you can’t resist the gravelly request escaping his mouth.

You stroke him, your hand moving up his firm, smooth length, your thumb brushing over the vein leading to his tip. You bring your hand down, pumping him firmly, squeezing him before going back up.

Once.

Please

Twice.

Please

Letting your thumb sweep over his swollen head, his hips jerk. You spread that little drop of precum over him, listening to his breath quicken, sleep-addled words falling unbidden from his mouth, nearly indiscernible.

Please

Taking mercy on him, you move until you’re hovering over him, placing a kiss on his leaking tip, you open your mouth, his taste melting on your tongue as you swallow him.

While your touch is enough to drive him to the brink of awareness, it’s your mouth, hot and wet, that pushes him over. You hollow your cheeks, slowly slowly dragging him out of your mouth. Bright blue eyes snap open, his lips part on a breathy faint moan, large hands grip the sheets. You meet his dazed gaze and draw him back, his thick cock heavy and warm, his vein brushing along your tongue. Pleasure like he never felt spikes through him, scorching heat spreading up his spine. He never knew he could feel so good, so incredible. Darkening stormy blue eyes flutter shut, plump lips go slack and his hands, his large calloused hands, find the back of your head, resting gently, letting you find your pace.

“Fuck yes. Just like that Dove. Please, sweetheart.” He makes another noise in his throat, deep satisfaction and need and lust rolling into one breathy plea. “Don’t stop. You’re doing so good. So fucking good for me.”

It could almost be vulgar, the way you’re taking every inch, every incredibly thick inch into your little mouth, the wet sounds you’re making, the soft gag when you take him deeper and deeper.

But it’s not.

It’s so damn erotic that he has to look away, too afraid of losing control, wanting to keep your tongue on him. He’s not that strong, not when it comes to you, the need to see you pulls his eyes back to your face, and oh fuck he can feel the sultry white-hot pleasure cresting higher, cracking away at his resolve.

He needs one more minute.

One more minute.

Fuckfuckfuck you’re so sweet and pretty, lips stretched around his cock, throat bulging, your little hand softly twisting around the part of him you can’t take down your throat.

Sweat beads along his hairline, thighs trembling, hold on for one more minute, he needs to feel you more than he needs to cum.

One more minute of pure heaven. Please

He’s so greedy for you. Fuck one more-

Steve can’t think. Barely getting enough air into his lungs. Because your eyes flit up to his and you moan.

“Dove you’re so good, so damn perfect,” he groans through gritted teeth, veins in his neck distended, his fingers dig into your scalp as he comes undone. “Shit oh fuck, fuuuck.”

He comes, hard and fast, spilling into your mouth. And he almost comes again, watching you swallow every last drop. Steve reaches for you, a feral grin tipping his lips. “Now it’s my turn--“

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The harsh grating alarm cuts through the air. Steve reluctantly opens his eyes, waiting for the ceiling to come into focus, rays of sunlight peeking through the cracks of his curtains.

“Fuck me,” he spits out, glaring at his stiff erection tenting the sheets slung around his thighs, the remnants of his dream clinging to him.

It felt so real. You felt real.

He could have sworn you were in bed with him. Dragging his hand down his face, he makes a frustrated noise before turning off his alarm. Steve sits up, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed, he drops his head down. He can’t take another wet dream like this. He’s going to ask you out.

Today.

You have had every piece of him wrapped around your little finger for weeks now. Now it’s time for you to know that you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you, little dove.

*****

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I have this platonic request where Steve Rogers is In the future, being on the avengers team, and living in stark tower. Before he joined, he found his little sister, reader In the retirement home. He visits two or three times a week. One day, when he returned from a mission with Sam and bucky. Steve received word from Natasha that his sister passed away. The team comforts him

Family Matters

A/N: Aww this was sad but very sweet! Thank you for your request I hope you liked it. 

Steve adjusted his tie in the mirror, picking up the bouquet he made his way to the local retirement centre. 

 “Hey Steve!” Molly, the friendly nurse welcomed the striking superhero at the front desk. 

 “Hey Molly, how’s she doing?” Steve smiled nervously at her as they walked down the hall to your room

 “For a 88 year old pretty good, I’ll leave you two to it.” She smiled, scanning him through the facility and opening the door to the luxurious room.

 “This is the 3rd time this week! Shouldn’t you be saving the world or something.” The elderly woman croaked from her bed. Peering her eyes over her book.

 “It’s good to see you too SJ.” Steve pulled up the chair next to her bed, grabbing her wrinkly hand in his young ones.

 “You look good for someone whose 93.” She smirked at him.

 “Yeah, well you were always the better looking one. Mom would always say she saved her best looks for you.”

 “She did and I didn’t need no serum for it… just lots of sunscreen and luck!”  

Her chuckled at his aging sister. While she may be old, he could still see flashes of her golden locks now camouflaged in a sea of grey locks above her head. They say the eyes don’t age and they were right. Her piercing blue orbs still as bright as the last day he saw them before he went off to war. 

 “How you feeling sis?” His eyes turned to concern.

 “I’m old Steve, I aint supposed to feel like I’m 22.”

 “Yeah, I know, I know but how’s your heart? Are they treating it?”  

“It’s still pumping, they keep trying to feed me this stupid medication.” She waved her hand at the bedside table, peppered with Rx bottles. 

 “You gotta take ‘em SJ.” Steve’s tone turned serious as he scolded his sister.

 “Like hell I do! Aint no way I’m interfering with God’s plan for me.”

 When Steve found out SJ (Sarah Jr) was still alive, his first order of business was moving her out of the crappy government retirement home they shoved old timers in who have no family. He got her a room in the best facility in the country with the best doctors and the best care. 

 Steve sighed at his sister’s stubbornness. Doctors were doing their best but without her taking the meds she didn’t have long. 

 “Well, you’re the only family I’ve got left.” Steve grabbed one of the bottles, shaking out two pills into his hand.

 “So, I need you to take the pills, Sarah.” She looked at her brother with a scowl.

 “Please?” Taking the pills from him she gestured for the water on the bedside table. Swallowing the tablets and then sticking her tongue out at him for good measures. 

 “Good girl.”

 The siblings laughed as they talked about the changing world, family members once here now gone and reminisced on happy childhood memories. 

 The sun had gone down and visiting hours were almost up. Steve got up to leave, grabbing his jacket from the chair. 

 “Alright well I’ll see you next Thursday then.”

 “Hopefully.” She gave him a soft smile. He went to exit the room

 “And Steve?”

 “Yeah sis?”

 “Thank you for all this. It’s very cushy. I’m glad to have you back.”

 Steve walked over back to the bed. Kissing his sister on her forehead. 

 “It’s good to be back.” He smiled. “Love you, see you next week! And take your goddamn pills woman!”

 “Love you too.” She whispered as he left the door. 

Exiting the ship with Bucky, Steve was met with a solemn Natasha, Stark and Bruce at the base of the ship.

 “What’s with the long faces, we came back in one piece didn’t we.” Bucky quipped. 

 “Steve, I… it’s… the retirement home called… It’s SJ...” Natasha choked out, holding back tears.

 Bucky’s face dropped. 

 Steve didn’t even respond, walking straight past all of them towards his car, still in full uniform.

 “Captain.” Stark went to stop him but Bucky put his hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.

 “Let him go.”

 Steve raced into the facility, jogging down the halls until he saw a blotchy faced, Molly at his sister’s door. 

 “Steve, I’m so sorry.” 

 She stepped aside to let him into the room.

 The flowers he brought last week now dead, with fallen petals surrounding the base of the vase. 

 Her bed now neatly made with a singular envelope on top.

 He sat on the bed slowly, patting the now pressed white sheets. 

 He picked up the letter.

 “STEVE” written on the outside in his sisters handwriting. 

 Opening it slowly, he read the contents. 

 Steve, I told you I wasn’t going to interfere with God’s plan and our lord has decided it’s my time. While you didn’t age one bit, some of us did and while I know this pains you, life and death must prevail. If momma saw you now, she’d beam with pride, I’ll make sure to tell her how our little Steve has saved humanity time and time again. I don’t have many possessions and no family besides you. So, while I can’t give you anything material to remember me by, you have my eternal gratitude for making sure my last days on earth was some of the happiest of my life. I think the last time I smiled like I did with you was before you left. Tell Bucky, I love him, and he missed out on taking a dime like me out! 

 While it hurts now, I know you will continue making me proud without me there. I will always be your biggest cheerleader.  

 I love you Stevie.

 Yours truly,

Sarah J Rogers. 

 Tears fell onto the paper, as Steve sat there, letting it drop to the ground. He wept at the loss of his sister.

 Hours later, Steve returned to Stark Towers. The AVENGERS gathered around the table in silence, anticipating his arrival. He entered the room, heads raised waiting for him to speak.

 “She’s gone.”

 Immediately, they all rose to comfort him. Surrounding him in a warm hug. 

 “She was the last bit of family I had.” Steve cried out.

 “That’s just not true buddy.” Tony interjected. 

 “We are a family.” Natasha added. 

 Steve gave the group a soft smile through tears, Bucky coming up to him and embracing him in a hug.

 “Hey, hey, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” Comforting him in a hug as Steve fell into his arms. Tears staining the cold shoulder of his metal arm. 

 The rest of the evening was spent sharing memories of her life as the group laughed and cried, reminiscing on the now gone sister. 

 “Gosh, If I only I ever told her how much I liked her.” Bucky groaned.

 “She knew buddy, she knew.” Steve turned his best friend, smiling. 

A fluff where Steve Rogers and his wife reader dropping off their daughter or son to college for the first time. The two cried on how much their child has grown up

Off to College

A/N: Wait.. why am I crying 😭 This is, in my opinion, one of my best fluffs yet. Stop cutting onions guys!

WARNING: Tissues on hand needed.

“She’s too young.” Steve’s hands gripped the steering wheel, eyes focused straight ahead.

  “She’s 18 Steve. That’s the average American age to go off to college.” You replied to your husband. 

“You know I’m right here and can hear you guys, right? Like, theres no soundproofing between the back and the front seats.” Your daughter Sarah pulled out an air pod from her ear, jumping into the conversation.

“Well as I was saying, I don’t care I still think you should of stayed back a year at home.” Steve retorted, looking in the rear-view mirror at his little girl who now resembled that of a young woman about to go off to college.

“May I remind you, DAD, that at 18 you were joining the army to go fight in the second world war. Whereas I’m simply moving across the state.”

“In many ways my daughter going off to college and war are the same thing to me.”

You turned behind you and shared a puzzled look with your daughter. While she mostly resembled you, she had Steve’s piercing blue eyes. 

“How so?” You egged on your husband to elaborate.

“I’m scared shitless about both of them.” He let out a loud sigh.

“Dad… its fine!”

“Repeat to me the rules.”

“Omg not this again.” You put your forehead into your palm, dreading to listen to this speech for the 50th times.

“Dadddd” Sarah whined in the backseat

“So, help me God I will turn this car around, unless you repeat to me the rules, Sarah Mae Rogers.” He turned his head to the backseat, giving her his classic “I’m not playing around” eyes. 

“No drinking. No drugs. No “philandering” with the opposite sex…is that even word?”

“It is.” You and your husband said in unison

“No staying out past 1 and in the case of a national emergency inclusive of war, alien invasion, terrorist attack; extra-terrestrial...

“And domestic... don’t forget that!” He interjected

“…and domestic I am to find immediate shelter, call you to give you my location and wait until the ship arrives to take me to the safe house.” She groaned finishing the spiel.

“Good.” Steve smiled, satisfied with her memorisation of his rules.

You gave your daughter a sympathetic smile, knowing while some rules may get broken you had raised a smart, young woman with her wits about her. 

It’s not that Steve didn’t trust his daughter who he had trained in hand-to-hand combat since the age of 3, it’s just that he knew the world was scary. Sending his only daughter off alone, miles away from home terrified him. He wouldn’t be there to protect his little girl anymore. 

You exited the car to the chaos of move in day at the popular university. Steve insisted he take all the boxes up in one trip. All stacked high above him, he didn’t break a sweat carrying them up the 5 flights of stairs towards her dorm. 

Your daughter bowed her head in embarrassment as she walked 10 steps behind her father, watching as people stopped and stared at the superhero, whispers filled the halls as he gave kind nods to everyone who he walked past. 

You came up beside her,

“Mom everyone is staring why didn’t he just wait in the car!”

“Well neither of us were going to carry the boxes, besides your father is a respected man, he saved humanity that’s nothing to be embarrassed about!”  

“Yeah, I get it but he’s still embarrassing!”

You wrapped your arm around your daughter’s shoulder.

“You know he’s just as nervous as you are right?”

“Why would he be nervous? He’s not the one who has to be known as Captain America’s daughter!”

“No, he doesn’t.” You sighed stopping her in the hall and pulling her off to the side. 

“Do you remember when you were five and you really wanted to jump off the roof into the pool?”

“Yeah...”

“And we said no but you climbed up the ladder anyways and being five you miscalculated the distance between the ledge and the pool.”

“Yeah…”

“Who caught you before you hit the ground?”

“Dad…”

“Right and when you were 10 and you fell over your bike, breaking your arm… who was the first person who came to your aid and took you to the hospital?

“Dad”

“Exactly and when aliens invaded earth 3 years ago what was the first thing your dad did before going to headquarters?”

“He came to school and picked me up.”

“Exactly.”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is from the moment you were in my belly your dad has spent every moment of his life trying to protect you from the world. He realises he’s not going to be right by side anymore… and he’s scared. Scared of losing you.”

“He’s not going to lose my mom, I’m an adult now I’m fully capable of taking care of myself.” 

“I know that, and he knows that. But it doesn’t matter how old or big or strong you get he is always going to care about you. It will always be his number priority to keep you safe and that’s not going to change anytime soon.” You brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Your daughter looked down, biting her lip. 

“Come on let’s go unpack.”

You walked her into her dorm. 

You got to work setting up her room. She put up fairy lights on the wall, while you fluffed the pillows on her bed. Steve assembled all her little bits of furniture.

As a final touch, Steve pulled out a framed photo. Sarah in the middle, between both of your arms. She was only 3 in it, a big smile between her chubby cheeks, her arm up in superhero pose, dressed in her mini captain America shirt. It was his favourite family photo and lived on his bedside table. He looked at it a little, wiping a tear from his eye before he placed it on her bedside table.

“Alright you’re all set! We are going to head out now sweetheart you need anything else?” You chirped.

“Nope, I’m good. Thanks for helping guys.”

You gave your daughter, your final hugs and kisses and exited the room down the hall. 

She studied her room, satisfied with her interior decorating skills. Then suddenly, she noticed the photo that appeared had on her bedside table. She picked it up and held it in her hands. Suddenly, she felt the tears well up in her eyes.

“Wait!” She ran down the hall, just catching you both before you went down the stairs. 

You both looked back to see your daughter running towards you. With a thud she landed against her father’s chest. Wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug. Instantly, Steve hugged her back, pulling her tightly towards him. 

“I love you dad.” She whispered against his chest. 

Steve’s head fell to the top of his little… now big girl’s head. His hand encompassing her head. Kissing her forehead tenderly. “I love you too kiddo. Be safe.”

“I will.” Tears welled up in your eyes watching their embrace. She pulled out of the hug, gesturing towards you. 

“I love you mom.” “I love you too baby.” All 3 of you huddled together in an embrace. Both parents wanting to hold onto their daughter for a little longer. 

You all pulled out and said your now final goodbye. Brushing away tears. 

You held your husband’s hand as you exited the college dorm building.

“She’s too old for me now babe.”

“She’s never going to be too old for her daddy.”

He pulled you into his arm, kissing your forehead. 

Sarah was going to be just fine. And besides, she’ll be home in 2 weeks anyways to get you to do her laundry. 

TAGS: @royalwriteroftheuniverse (girl you're gonna wanna see this!)

Wormholes and Spacetime

Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Warning: Science, lowkey angst?

Summary: Alone in the lab, Y/N Stark is having trouble sleeping. Per usual. But a certain patriotic fellow can’t help but intervene.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts: 

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

94. “I had a bad dream again.”

what better day to post this tHEN FOURTH OF JULY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD MAN.

It was late. You didn’t know how late but you were sat in your father’s lab, hunched over the workbench, your mind perhaps too fogged to think clearly.

You were attempting to work on an invention but science was far from ready for it which made things just a tad too complicated. With a sigh, you got to your feet and grabbed a marker off of the table.

You began to scribble on the clear board, trying to calculate the science you needed. But Rome wasn’t built in a day and this equation certainly wouldn’t be solved quickly enough for your liking. “That’s a lot of numbers.”

You jumped at the unexpected voice, the marker almost slipping from your grip. You spun around, surprised to see the familiar face of Steve in the doorway. “Steve?” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows. “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he responded, adjusting his crossed arms as he leaned against the doorframe. 

You let out an amused chortle, turning back to the board. “I haven’t slept in ages,” you confessed, your tone perhaps a little too bitter. You were tired, you wanted to sleep. But you were beyond tired at the same time and sleep just wasn’t an option. “Why are you awake?” 

“Do you know what time it is?” Steve asked, stepping further into the room. You could feel him a few steps behind him as your face scrunched up in confusion. You reached over, clicking it on. 

“It’s almost five in the morning,” you muttered with a tired sigh. You shook off the time and turned back toward the board. “I assume you’re going to go for a run or some other...manly thing.” 

Steve let out a light chuckle, letting his lips pull into a small smile. “Sounds about right. What about you? What are you working on?” 

“Wormholes,” you answered sharply, setting down the black marker and picking up a red one. You took off the cap, it now sitting between your lips as you added onto the equation. “More precisely, I want to make portals.”

“Portals?” Steve questioned, tilting his head slightly. He seemed genuinely interested so of course, you were going to continue. 

“Wormholes are scientifically the only real way to...portal. I guess, basically, if I wanted to create a portal right here,” you paused, gesturing to the floor at your feet. “to go right there,” you pointed towards the wall a few feet away. “I’d need a wormhole to do it. Wormholes literally bend spacetime so that way this floor and that wall are back to back, making passing through the portal possible.” 

“Am I correct to assume that’s where you’re having an issue?” 

You let out a loud huff. “Yes! It’s exceptionally hard to just create a wormhole. It involves black holes and negative mass—because wormholes want to close almost instantly—and they’re so widely unstable because of the pressure and the atoms. Plus for all the negative mass being created, there has to be positive mass! Where’s that coming from? Where’s it coming from, Steve?” 

Steve quirked an eyebrow, the slightest amused smile on his face. “Is this what’s keeping you up?” You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t, but wormholes weren’t the whole story. You averted your gaze, turning back towards the board. “Y/N?” 

“I had a bad dream again,” you revealed finally, not daring to look at Steve. You could already imagine the sympathetic and sorrowful look he’d have and you couldn’t be bothered.

He was silent for a moment, which you expected. “What about?” 

“My dad,” you responded, deciding to just tell him. You knew talking supposedly helped. You didn’t quite buy into it but you figured you had nothing to really lose. “I know he enjoys being Iron Man and all, but hell. I’m worried, you know? He’s a hero, yeah, but he’s my dad. He gets hurt, Steve. I’ve seen him sometimes...it’s bad. I just...I just don’t think I ever want to lose him.” 

“Why the wormholes?” 

“Do you know how useful they’d be in a fight?” you gasped, turning to him. “I wanted to somehow make a mechanism like a blaster or sorts that could concentrate all of that energy and shoot portals. Like a portal gun, I guess. I mean, appearing behind the enemy in a fight. Talk about the upper hand.” 

“You wanna use it,” Steve realized, looking over your anxious figure. “You wanna be able to fight with us.”

“I wanna be able to protect my dad,” you corrected, countered even. “I just,” you sighed. “it’d make me feel better. But wormholes are so difficult! How am I just supposed to bend spacetime?!” 

“Y/N,” Steve began, offering you a small smile. “your father’s one of the toughest men I’ve ever met. It’ll be a long time before you ever lose him. I can promise you that.” 

You enjoyed hearing such a reassurance. You’d told yourself that many times but hearing someone else say it sure felt better. It surely felt more comforting than your own overwrought voice. 

“He’d say the same thing,” you told him. “I guess I should probably give up the wormholes for awhile. Besides, it’d be far easier to construct a laser rifle or something of the sort. That’s just polished light crystals that focus a concentrated light beam. Far easier to produce, no recoil, and no universal lawbreaking.” 

“Maybe you should do that another time,” Steve offered, causing you to quirk an eyebrow. “It is five...in the morning.” You chuckled softly, recalling the minimal sleep you’ve gotten. “You can try again later.” 

“Will you be here to question my science?” you asked, only partially joking. You did enjoy having Steve in the lab, intently listening to your every word with real interest. Maybe he wasn’t a scientist himself but he did enjoy it all nonetheless.

“If you ask nicely,” he mused, shooting you a smile. You smiled in return, setting your markers aside and grabbing your phone. 

“Night Steve,” you hummed, turning to leave. Then in a swift movement, you spin on your heels and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. You were appreciative of him talking to you and you weren’t one to not say thanks. With that, you began out the door.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Oh gosh I love your Imagines <3 Can I request a Steve imagine where you're a couple now for quite a Long time but you both wanted to go slow, so you havent slept together yet. One time Steve calls you to his Apartment and when you arrive he has already set up a dinner and is all dressed up. Later that evening you want to make the next step and Steve carries you to the bedroom and you end up having a sensual, night together? :) I love Your Imagines & I'd love some smut hihi

a/n: you sure can, thank you so much my love! <3 also sorry it’s so long, i think that when my brain sees the word sensual it’s like “make it super detailed for no reason” so yeah. it think this might be the longest one i’ve written so far but it’s okay, i love me some steven grant rogers. i really hope you enjoy it angel!

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Being with Steve was almost enchanting at times, the way he treated you made you feel like you were in the 40’s being whisked into a whirlwind romance with the most handsome soldier you had ever laid eyes on.

Steve was notably from a different time, the way he treated you almost shocked you at first. He’d hold open doors for you, bring you flowers, pull out your chair. He even carried a handkerchief around when he was with you.

You and Steve had been dating for about 6 months when the topic of sex came up for the first time. It was one of the few times you had been to his apartment at the time, it was a regular movie night before heading to bed. As you settled in beside Steve, you looked to your left and you couldn’t help the thoughts that had swirled in your head.

“Steve?” You whispered “Yes y/n?” You weren’t sure if you wanted to bring it up at first, the subject being a bit awkward in the moment. Steve shuffled closer to you and absentmindedly rubbed his hand up and down your back, soothing you.

“Have you thought about what it would be like for us to, you know” you cleared your throat. In the dim room you could see Steve’s shy smile as he realized what you were hinting at. “Um, yes actually I have but here’s the thing” you swallowed waiting for the worst “I actually just wanna take it slow for a bit” you inaudibly sighed in relief

“What do you mean by that Stevie?” It was his turn to clear his throat. “I just, what we have right now is amazing. And believe me I have thought about it, many times, but I want to build up to it. I want to make it special” you smiled at the thought, again you knew that Steve was old fashioned in that way and his explanation eased your mind.

“Honestly, that sounds perfect” you agreed “Yeah?” He kissed your forehead and pulled you into him, his chest against your back. After that the conversation didn’t really come up anymore and it really had no need to, you both were perfectly content with taking it slow and just enjoying each other’s company.

Over the next six months things had been pretty much the same, but closer towards the year mark, you could feel how his kisses started to linger, how he would press his body all that much closer to yours at night, how his hands had gradually moved down your back every time he hugged you. The little things like that.

Even though you spent a lot of time at Steve’s apartment, you had only been dating for a year so you still lived on your own. Dates surprisingly were very often with Steve, it felt like every chance he had he was cooking dinner for you or taking you out somewhere, in short they were a very common occurrence but exciting nonetheless.

So when Steve texted you that night asking you to come over in nice clothing, you were excited to see him and see what he had planned. You hadn’t seen Steve in a while, he had just had a mission recently so he’s been a bit busy and you missed him.

You got dressed and headed over to Steve’s, practically bouncing in the driver's seat with excitement. You walked up to his door and heard the faint sound of music, and you smiled as you knew that Steve loved to play records from the 40’s.

You walked into a dimly lit apartment and Steve standing in the middle of the kitchen, your eyes darted around the room and you saw that Steve had made a gorgeous looking dinner and had set the table with candles and two glasses of wine.

“Steve” you gasped out “what’s all this for?” Wiping his hands on his pants Steve rushed to pull your jacket off your shoulders, hanging it by the door. He held his hand out to you and you took it, letting him pull you into him to give you a soft kiss on the lips. “I didn’t forget anything did I?” He let out a very cute laugh “No you didn’t forget anything honey, I just wanted to do something nice for you”

You leaned up and kissed him again “Well thank you Mr. Rogers” you pulled away and took a really good look at him “Speaking of something nice, you look amazing Steve” Steve was wearing a nice fitted navy blue button down tucked into what looked like black slacks, all of which fitted him perfectly. He offered you a shy smile and bowed his head as a silent thanks “Oh I almost forgot, let’s eat”

As you made small talk asking about his day and even smaller talk about the results of his recent mission, you heard a very familiar song come on. All of a sudden Steve got up and offered you his hand “May I have this dance Miss?” You smiled at him as you slipped your hand in his “Why yes you may, soldier” the meal long forgotten as Steve whisked you into the middle of the kitchen.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and your hand grasped his, your other hand sliding up to his shoulder as you began to sway back and forth. You reached up to kiss his cheek and feeling the bliss of the moment, you began to hum along as you closed your eyes.

Never thought that you would be

Standing here so close to me

There’s so much I feel that I should say

But words can wait until some other day

Steve twirled you around and smiled at you as he pulled you back into his arms.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It’s been a long, long time

Haven’t felt like this my dear

since I can’t remember when

It’s been a long, long time

He spun you out then back in, both of your laughs echoing off the walls of the apartment as he held you from behind.

You’ll never know how many dreams

I’ve dreamed about you

Or just how empty they all seemed without you

So kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It’s been a long, long time

As the excitement of the moment died out, you rested your head on his chest, and Steve had both of his arms wrapped around your waist holding you tightly against him. As the music died down, he pulled back. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned down to give you the sweetest kiss.

You gently rested your hand on the back of his head, everything else seemed to fall away until it was just you and Steve in your own little world. You both pulled apart, resting your foreheads together “I want to take care of you tonight” he finally whispered, eyes closed as it seemed that he was relishing the moment just as much as you.

“What?” You said as you pulled back to get a good look at your boyfriend. Steve opened his eyes to look at you “I want you, y/n” he said gently cupping your cheek “Only if you agree, I know we said we’d take it slow, and tonight has already been perfect. It’s your choice doll”

You leaned up nudging his nose with yours “Kiss me Steve” you two shared another passionate kiss as Steve picked you up bridal style and carried you to his bedroom. Steve eventually set you down on the corner of the bed, he stood in between your legs and leaned down to give you another kiss before helping you pull your shirt over your head.

As soon as your shirt was off, you pulled Steve’s shirt from where it was tucked in and began working on the buttons from the bottom up, pressing kisses up his torso until you were kneeling on the edge of the bed to reach. He grabbed your face in both hands as your lips met, you worked his belt free and slid it out of the loops, dropping it on the floor, both of your shoes already discarded god knows where.

Steve popped the button open on his pants before pushing you back on the bed, kissing down your stomach to your waistline. He undid the button on your jeans and pulled down the zipper, gently easing them down your legs as his lips followed, pressing kisses on the skin there, his own pants following suit with your help.

You held your hand out to Steve pulling him on top of you, missing the warmth of his body. You took his hands and guided them around your back. As he unclipped it he slid off your bra straps kissing your shoulders as they fell.

With a bit of effort you rolled the super soldier onto his back, giving him a kiss before trailing it down his neck and torso before you got to the waistline of his boxers. You looked up at him through your lashes to see that he was watching you through half lidded eyes.

You hooked your fingers in the band before sliding the material down his legs. You leaned down and pressed a very gentle kiss to the shaft, almost ghosting your lips over his cock. You could feel Steve tense slightly as you made a move to take it in your mouth. “Don’t” he said as he pulled you up “Tonight’s about you” “but Steve-“ he rolled the two of you over, face inches from yours “Let me make you feel good sweetheart, okay?”

Steve sat up, kneeling on the edge of the bed as he pulled your underwear gingerly down your legs. He ran his hands up your thighs before pulling them apart and kneeling at the foot of the bed. The blonde peppered warm kisses on each thigh, each one getting closer and closer to your already damp heat.

“Steve it’s not fair to y-” you cut yourself off with a moan as he pressed a kiss to your clit. Your hands wound in his hair as he started licking warm strips from your entrance to your clit “You taste so good honey, even better than I could’ve ever imagined” he mumbled against your pussy.

“Steve, I want you inside of me, please” you pleaded, desperate to have his cock inside of you. Steve crawled back up your body, he took his cock in his hand rubbing it through your folds before he pushed himself in.

Both of you let out gasps at the feeling of Steve inside of you for the first time, your hands grasped onto his sides as you waited for the slight stretching feeling to subside. Being with Steve was a whole new experience, completely unknown but oh so good. He planted soft kisses all over your face as you felt yourself begin to relax “I’m gonna move now sweetheart okay?” You nodded

Steve started out slow, interlocking your fingers on the pillow beside your head as he began to rock his hips back and forth “God you feel amazing” he breathed. It was erotic really, the way he moved. The deep pants, the way he made eye contact with you as he pushed you repeatedly into the soft mattress. It gave you a feeling similar to what you thought being high was like.

He slipped a hand underneath you and cradled your head closer as he began to move faster, now starting to help you chase your orgasms. Your hands dug further into his sides as you rested your chin on his shoulder, panting and moaning into his ear.

You could taste the saltiness of his sweat as you kissed his neck “I’m almost there Stevie” you whispered into his ear and you felt him shudder as you spoke. “Me too baby, just a little bit more”

He angled his hips and started to hit that spot inside of you just right. It felt like the wind got knocked out of you as he began hitting it over and over again, you felt Steve’s cock twitch inside of you as you clenched around him. “Steve I-“ you cut yourself off trying to catch your breath “Let go for me y/n, I’ve got you” all it took after that was one deep thrust and you were releasing all over his cock, clenching around him and scratching down his back.

Steve grunted at the feeling of you cumming and squeezing his cock, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth fell slightly open as he began to get closer to his own orgasm. You clenched around him again as you came down, wanting to help him cum himself. You pressed your lips to his neck as his thrusts started to get sloppier and needier “It’s your turn love, cum for me, I know you're almost there” you whispered in his ear again.

Steve gave one last hard thrust and was cumming inside of you, you closed your eyes and relished the feeling of the warmth he gave you. You rested a hand in his now sweaty hair and kissed his temple as he panted into your neck. Steve pulled back to look at you, the sight of you underneath him and slightly sweaty made him fall in love with you even more.

He slowly pulled out, holding back a groan at the sight of his cum spilling out of you, before getting a washcloth and gingerly cleaning up your sensitive pussy. Steve helped you into one of his clean shirts and a fresh pair of underwear before pulling new boxers onto himself.

The large man tugged you into his chest as he laid down, pulling the sheets over the two of you. “That was even better than I thought it would be” you admitted as you rubbed your fingers over his bare chest. “It was amazing y/n, I’m glad we waited. Tonight was perfect”

“It very much was” you yawned out. Steve smiled and tugged you closer “Get some sleep doll” he looked down at you and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning the lamp off.

Hey could i have an avengers ship i am willow i am 5'0 i play the violin i have brown curly hair brown eyes i like to read i like science and history and favorite past time is paintball fights. I am bi i like indie and classical music. And infp personality.

Hi, Willow! I ship you with Steve Rogers and think you would be closest friends with Peter Parker.

Your idealism, sensitivity to feelings, and individualism would catch Steve’s eye. You two would discuss history with each other often and he’d be glad to share more in-depth knowledge about World War II with you. Steve would use his newness to the 21st century as an excuse to see you and he would ask you many questions about recent scientific discoveries and historical events he has missed. He’d adore hearing you play the violin and would always ask if he can listen in on your practicing sessions. Steve would enjoy joining you in paintball fights on occasion. He’d appreciate your unique musical tastes and would be more than willing to try listening to your favorite indie groups with you. He’d also love to hear your book suggestions. You and Steve both are idealistic people who try to stay true to yourselves and your beliefs. This shared trait would really help you two respect and understand each other. You and Steve would know when the other needs some alone time and you’d both act accordingly. The two of you would be very supportive of each other and you two would be generally a perfect fit!

The Vision would be your closest friend due to your shared idealism, scientific and historical interests, introspectiveness, and sensitivity. He would find your violin playing incredible and would most likely try to learn how to play the instrument as well. Vision would probably try to play alongside you as much as possible once he masters the instrument (which shouldn’t take very long considering the resources at hand). He would look to you to further describe human behaviors and would often talk of philosophy with you. He would understand your wish for quieter environments and would be fascinated by your musical taste. He’d love to share information on recent scientific advances and would be interested in receiving book recommendations from you. In short, You two would be really great friends due to your similar personalities and would be able to learn a lot from each other.

Dating Steve Rogers would include:

- Meeting because you two were set up by Natasha. - You and Steve click instantly. - You help Steve get used to the 21st century by suggesting books, films, television shows, and music. - You also help him grasp how to use modern technology such as mobile phones, tablets, laptops, etc. - In turn, he shows you some of his favorite books, films, television shows, and music from his era. - Him being afraid of losing you. - Him making sure you know how to fight. - He's unsurprised to find you already know how to defend yourself. - Him being chivalrous but not misogynistic. - He loves to hold your hand. - Steve also loves to kiss your hand, cheek, forehead, and of course; lips. - In terms of PDA- He is comfortable with keeping his arm around you, holding your hand, kissing your forehead, kissing your hand, and kissing your cheek. - He does get jealous if others try to flirt with you. He trusts you; it just really pisses him off. - When he does get jealous, he probably seemingly pops out of nowhere and will wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek with a mite more force than the gentle kisses you are used to. - You become friends with the rest of the Avengers. - They ship you two so hard. - You both are amazing at cooking and baking. - If one of you gets up in the morning before the other, there will be a nice breakfast made for the other. - You periodically make him an apple cake because he loves apple cake. - You two are relationship goals for everyone. - You and him pretty much never fight but the fights you do have are quickly resolved with both sides apologizing and agreeing to disagree. - You and him go dancing together frequently. - Good night kisses after each date. - You two are definitely going to end up getting married. - Helping him deal with any nightmares that he may have. - Helping him realize that he still can settle down and have a family. - You two being supportive of each other no matter what. - He is always super protective. - When you get sick though, he acts like a helicopter mom. - You find it cute though so it's okay. - You and Steve cuddle so much. - Old fashioned yet adorable nicknames. - Random and frequent "I love you"s. DISCLAIMER- I do not own Marvel. None of the characters mentioned in this are mine and you are you. Please do not sue me.

How Civil War Started...

Steve: Tony! You want to hear a joke?

Tony: N-

Steve: How much did it cost to kill your parents?

Tony: ...

Steve: A Buck...

Everyone: 👁👄👁

Steve & Bucky:

Imagine disobeying Steve’s orders!

(You’re sitting on the bed, wiping your face with a towel)

Steve: You’re not a hero Y/n. You’re just a civilian who found their way into S.H.I.E.L.D.

Y/n: What the hell is that suppose to mean? Just cause I messed up one mission doesn’t mean the world is ending, Steve. You can’t just do that!

(You stood up in anger, as he watched you. Noticing your chest heaving up and down.)

Steve: I’m the Captain, not you. So take my orders, or get out.

(He threatened with clenched jaws)

Y/n: I’ll take my chances, Rogers. I don’t follow rules, I break them. And if you don’t like that, maybe you should retire because that’s how I'm going to be.

(You threw the towel on the bed and walked by him, slightly stomping your feet)

Steve: We’ll see about that.

WHY DO I SEE THIS HAPPENING?😂

(Clint brings Steve to a barn)

Steve: Why are we at a barn, Clint?

Clint: Natasha told me you were looking for a barn.

Steve: BARNES, Clint.

CLINT BARTON IS MY HERO😭😭😂

BIGGEST TROLL IN MARVEL HISTORY

DON’T DIE OR LEAVE IN INFINITY WAR PLZZZZZ😰😰

People I write for

Headcannons, imagines, x readers, bulbs, fluff and smut all accepted but I don’t write angst sorry my page is to bring joy not tears :) and I will make a master list later

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

+ there 1940s version because pre serum Steve will always have my heart

Peter Parker

Stucky x reader

Stony x reader

Leo fitz

Daniel sousa

+ all the actors

Harry Potter

Harry

Ron

Draco

Cedric

Fred

George

Bill

Charlie

Viktor krum

Remus

Sirius

Wolf star x reader

James

Remus x Sirius x James x reader

Albus potter

James Sirius potter

Teddy lupin

Louis weasley

Fred II

Hugo

Scorpius

Narnia

Peter

Caspian

Edmund

Starwars

Luke

Han

Poe

Kylo

Ben solo

Anakin

Obione

Din djarin

Merlin

Merlin

Arthur

Mordred

Percival

Lancelot

Gwaine

Riverdale

Archie

Jughead

Reggie

Fp

Other people

Ahkmenrah

Roger Taylor

Enoch O’Connor

Harry styles

im sure I have forgotten some people so please request and I will write for any character I know well, I don’t really write for characters I don’t know or like just because I don’t want to get them wrong for you guys but please request and have an awesome day - love C 🐾

Monstertober Day 7:

Shrine built of lies

Pairing: Occultist!Stucky x Victim!/captured!Reader

Warnings: Non con!!!, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Death, reader is a sacrifice, knife play?, mentions of blood, public sex, voyeurism, humiliation, implied cult, mystery demon, choking, blood kink, Dark!Stucky, p in v, oral (male receiving) , spitting in readers mouth, dacryphilia, manipulation, betrayal of trust

Nicknames: Doll, Dove

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Who do you guys think the mysterious demon is? It’ll be revealed tomorrow 😏 and I may make a sequel of this featuring the aftermath and this particular demon 😈

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

From behind your eyelids you can feel a blaring light on your face, your body is uncomfortably warm; sweat rolling down your temple, your clothes damp—sticking to your body almost as if it was a summer afternoon, but it was October. Your mouth feels as if it’s stuffed with cotton wool—you move your tongue around and swallow to generate saliva, but a painful ache radiates in your throat as you do. There’s a mass of indistinct mumbling, so intune that it’s like the thrumming of a hive of bees. You keep your eyes closed, moving your hand across the cool stone feeling a smooth, waxy residue as you soak up the coolness. You don’t remember falling asleep and you definitely weren’t in your house, you think you must have fallen asleep during your lunch break.

Sluggishly you open your heavy eyelids, squinting as the light dominates your vision. Slowly you adjust, opening your eyes fully and you let your eyes wander around you. You’re surrounded by people in black robes, they’re hanging over you; they’re black hoods covering their face as they chant. You’re surrounded by heaps of long, white pillar candles, the hot wax dripping onto the stone slab you were laid on. You try to move your arm but the jangle of a chain pauses your movements, the copper scent of your own blood reaches your nose; your wrists are rubbed raw from you moving in your sleep. The people stop chanting and begin to shuffle away from you, moving as if they are all sewed together—so synchronised that it’s horrifying. As they move away you can see more of your surroundings. Intricately carved, Chalky, white pillars decorated with crooked crosses and dripping taper candles. You were in a cathedral, facing the massive wooden doors. The people at your feet began to part, allowing you to see two men approaching briskly. Their black robes more ornate than the others; decorated with silver and red embroidery, jewels and rosaries. At the bottom of the altar they split, one going to your left, the other going to your right. They pushback their hoods allowing you to see their faces, your eyes go wide.

“Hiya, Doll.” Bucky’s familiar smooth Brooklyn accent reaches your ears, and even though you’re chained to an altar, in clothes that are not your own and he and Steve are more than likely responsible. Your face burns and you begin to tingle, your hole fluttering in response to his voice.

“Did you have a nice nap, Dove? You made our coffees just how we like them, you were so preoccupied that you didn’t even notice Buck slipping something into your own drink.”

They were responsible.

You knew they were, but hearing Steve confess made the betrayal sting just a bit more. As if they were twisting the knives they’d both stabbed in your back. You had made these two coffee everyday for almost two months straight, you got to know about their childhoods; how Bucky used to protect Steve when he was scrawny and used to get into street fights, you learnt they joined the military together and now they lived together. You trusted them. They were the favourite part of your shift and now they've betrayed you. The guilt took the form of a lump in your throat as tears brimmed your eyes. You thought they liked you, you thought they were flirting with you—that they wanted you to be a part of their lives. Tears rolled down your burning cheeks “Don’t cry, Doll, you’re safe. You’re with us Steve and Bucky, history professor and personal trainer. That’s the lie we told you wasn’t it? Or was that the last one?”

“Aw Buck, look at her. Her whole world’s fallin’ apart. Be gentle with her, or don’t it’ll be more fun if you’re not.” This Steve was completely different from the bashful, kind man who frequented the coffee shop you worked at. They both were, they were completely different, the dichotomy was terrifying. The fact they had both been so deceitful and created completely alternate personalities just to be able to kidnap and kill you for some freaky cult made the anguish inside you boil into indignation.

“What the fuck is going on!?” You screeched the venom left from their treachery laced in your words.

Bucky slaps you harshly across the face “Don’t use that type of language. Doll. It’s not ladylike, and it’s especially inappropriate in this place of worship. This is a sacred place for the Holy Army of Hydra. We didn’t lie completely, after all we were in the army and now we’re in a different kind of army.”

One of the cloaked followers breaks from the line and scuttles over to Steve, whispering into his ear “Bucky, it’s almost time. We need to start the ceremony soon, or it’ll be too late.”

“What ceremony?”

“That's why you’re here, Doll, you’re our virgin sacrifice that we’re going to corrupt and then offer to our Lord.” Your mouth hung open as you stared at him wide eyed in disbelief. Bucky stroked his rough knuckles against your soft cheek as he shushed you “Shhh, there’s no need to be scared, Doll. You’re gonna be helping us and you’ll feel so much pleasure before we end your pathetic, meaningless little life. All you did with your life was make coffees for minimum wage, you won’t miss livin’ much.” His honeyed words only made your eyes leak more, he gave you a twisted smile as you began to sniffle your tears turning into full on sobs “Keep going you're makin me harder. I love it when they cry.”

“You’re so pretty when you cry, little Dove. I just wanna hit you more. Maybe strangle you, watch you choke on your own congealed spit and tears.” You shied away from his touch as he reached for your neck, but you couldn’t go far thanks to your restraints “Just one of my hands fits around your entire neck” he gave a little squeeze, smirking as you coughed and then he flashed the warm smile he gave you when he first entered the coffee shop two month prior. The smile that made you instantly fall in love with him, the smile you saw in your dream when you imagined your future with them both. He gave you that smile and tightened his grip, they both laughed as you flailed your arms about—trying to reach him to get him to stop, as you began to choke feeling all the oxygen quickly drain from your lungs. You were gasping for air like a fish out of water and then he let go “Breathe. You’re gonna need it, Dove.”

“And Now loyal followers! We will begin the ritual, close the circle around us. Don’t let go of each other's hands or you’ll make our Lord angry, so no matter what you must hold hands and not break the chant. Begin.”

Bucky ran his hand across the smooth surface of the altar as strode to where your feet were. He climbed on to it, using his strength to bend your legs at the knee, even despite your resistance, and positioned himself between your legs. The white chemise bunch at your hips leaving your bare pussy on display for all to see. “You’re dripping for us, Doll. Do you like being watched? Do you like being captured and held against your will? Does the prospect of being released from the painful existence of this mortal coil excite you?” You furiously shook your head, biting on your lip to suppress a whimper as he ran a hot finger through your folds “Your body is honest, why aren’t you?” He held out his slick covered fingers to Steve and he gladly took them into his mouth.

“So tasty, Dove.” He praised, turning your head on its side to face him “Open your mouth, suck me off. No teeth.” Hesitantly you opened your mouth, Steve slapped his dick against your cheek leaving sticky precum on your in it’s wake before shoving his full length down your throat. You gaged around him, making your throat restrict around him; you could feel every single vein on his shaft and you felt it twitch as you gagged again. Steve groaned in response, taking a handful of your hair as leverage as he abused your throat.

The pain in your jaw was overridden by the blistering ache of Bucky’s thick dick splitting you open. You choked as you tried to scream, digging your nails into Steve’s thigh till you drew blood. The action only made him quicken his thrusts.

“Fuckkk. She feels like silk, Stevie”

Steve swiftly pulled his member out of your mouth and walked over to the end of the altar behind Bucky, his throbbing, wet dick bobbing against his pelvis as he walked. “Change position, I want to feel you around me.” Steve orders, the dominance in his words making the man tearing you apart bite his lip. He complied, shifting his position of being crouched on his knees, to him placing one hand next to your head and using the other to drag your legs around his hips; so he could still thrust into you whilst presenting himself to the approaching blonde. Steve crawled behind him kneeling down, he spat on his fingers and smeared it on Bucky’s clenching rosebud, giving Bucky the care and gentleness that the brunette had skipped over before he shoved himself inside you. “That’s it, open up for me Buck. You’re always so tight when I fuck whilst you’re getting your cock squeezed.” Bucky choked out a moan as Steve scissored his fingers, his thrusts stopped momentarily when Steve slipped inside.

His fist next to your head pounded into the hard stone of the altar as he let out a low moan “God, Steve…F-feels great. She’s really squeezing now, do you like watching Steve fuck me, you little pervert?” His tittering was cut short as Steve began to thrust, making his hips involuntarily move in tandem. The chant of the cultist faded to white noise as pain eventually became pleasure. Bucky’s thrust became less brutal and more loving as Steve thrusted into him slowly and rhythmically, his hands caressing Bucky’s body over the robe. A pleasurable heat swept through you, your clit tingling as Bucky puffed warm breathes down onto you “Get lost in the pleasure, it’s not so bad after all is it.”

“I-I h-hate you.” You whined as the head of Bucky’s cock nudge against the sweet spot inside you. Your mouth opened in a silent wail and Bucky spat into your open mouth.

“Swallow my spit. Be- ah Be grateful.” He scowled at you as he waited expectantly, you did as he said swallowing down his spit “Such a good Doll.” He cooed, his praise made you keen and tighten. Bucky slammed into you brutally, chuckling at your yelp. You were so embarrassed, but God if it didn’t feel good. You had completely forgotten about the circle of chanting people surrounding you. The only thing that existed right now was Bucky, Steve and the pleasure they were drawing from you.

“cummming! Gonna cum!” You exclaimed feeling the heated tingle in your lower belly becoming unbearable.

“Cum. Do it. Make Buck cum, so he can make me cum.” Steve’s deep commanding voice was the final push you needed for your eyes to roll back into your head and your pussy to constrict around Bucky making him cum with a whimpered fuck, pouring so much of his hot cum into you that it began to leak from adding to the puddle of your juices below your hips. Steve wasn’t far behind; forcing Bucky back into his hips with such force you thought he’d dislocate his hip as he came.

Your vision slowly returned, and just as you were no longer seeing only white, from seemingly nowhere Bucky pulled out a highly decorated, sharp dagger and carved a heart into your chest. You yanked at your restraints screaming like a banshee as the knife cut through your flesh, the agony only intensified when Bucky dipped his head and sucked at the fresh wound. He pulled away, licking the blood from his lips, as if it were simply red wine. Steve leaned over towards Bucky, capturing his blood stained lips in a passionate kiss. Moaning as the metallic taste of your blood entered his mouth, his scar littered hands take hold of the dark fabric of Bucky’s robe pulling him closer so he can devour Bucky’s lips; his tongue searching for traces of your blood whilst entangled with Bucky’s. Steve breaks the kiss, leaving Buck a panting mess on top of you, and he dips his head down to the incision Bucky made over your heart sucking blood from the leaking wound like a starved animal making you scream as he pulls at the damaged skin with his teeth. Bucky cards his fingers through Steve’s golden hair as he feasts “That’s it Stevie drink your fill, she tastes so delectable doesn’t she?” Steve hums in response sending vibrations through the throbbing cut making you squeal “You need to stop so she doesn’t pass out before the ritual is complete.” He tries to remove Steve but he growls at Bucky giving him a dark, animalistic scowl as he digs his nails into the skin of your arm “Punk. I said let go.” Bucky yanks his hair making Steve stop and come up from your chest, his face smeared with your blood.

“I’m hungry, Buck. Her blood is so fucking good. I’m hard again.” He mumbles, taking his hard cock into his hand and pumping it.

Bucky slips off the altar and pulls Steve close, running his tongue across Steve’s bloodied cheek and then starts sucking your blood out of his beard; whilst rubbing the pad of his thumb across the slit of Steve’s dick. “They’ll be time to feast on her more later…and take care of other things, but right now we need to complete the ritual. Practice patience, like the Lord commands.” They parted ways again, both returning to their respective places—Bucky on your left, Steve on your right. They both took hold of the dagger, raising it high so the warm light of the candles cast fragments of light around the cathedral

“Please! No! Please!” You cry, whimpering as you try to curl your body away from the path of the knife.

“May our Lord receive our offering.” They both chant, plunge the knife into your throat. Steve immediately lets go, but Bucky pulls out the knife and makes a slit horizontally across your neck. Blood spurts in streams from your neck, like an elegant fountain in a town plaza. The men chanting raise their heads and push back their hoods—moving in unison. They all collect some of your blood onto their fingers and draw a symbol on their foreheads “May our lord receive our offering.” They drone simultaneously. A cold rush of air blows through the cathedral, all the candles blow out leaving them in utter darkness.

“James. What’s going on?” Steve’s voice quivers as he asks, turning his face towards Bucky to try and look into his eyes from comfort. It was impossible to see.

“I don’t know. Steven. None of this shit is meant to be real.” He spat, nerves sending a wave of goosebumps across his skin. His hand sought for Steve’s, entwining his fingers with his for some security. He knew Steve was going to be pissed at him, he thought it was all real after all. It was meant to be fake and only Bucky was meant to know that.

Steve opened his mouth to speak but a booming voice began “Your Lord has arrived. I thank you for the gifts, but I think I want a few more. Maybe all of your souls will suffice.”

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Monstertober Day 5:

The empty sarcophagus𓂀

Pairing: Mummy!Steve Rogers x Reader x Jackal!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Dub con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, asphyxiation/ choking, scratching, marking/biting, mentions of blood, threesome, Stucky x Reader

Nicknames: Puppy, Pup, Scarab

Word count: 2.4K

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Watery sunlight from the alternative entrance of the tomb falls down onto the golden sarcophagus, brightening, waning and brightening again. You arrived early enough that it's still cold, you wanted to avoid the midday heat and its blinding, orangey light that followed; you wanted to relax in the bluish grey light, the chill of the air and the absence of people scuttling around like little ants, occupying every square inch of the tomb, searching for secrets, for riches. It was stifling, suffocating; the smell of warm, sweaty people.

You entered into the sliver of sunlight, relishing in the tepid heat that faded and intensified like the ocean lapping at the shore. The golden sarcophagus in front of you was captivating, you ran your hand across the beaten gold covering the wooden coffin letting your hand linger on the brilliant coloured glass and semi-precious stones, fingering each of them in their imperfect rows; following their designs—the story of the inhabitants life. This was just the outer layer of the sarcophagus, next to it was a much heavier coffin, believed to be made of solid gold, that your team had struggled extracting from the initial layer. You moved over to it, more light was seeping in from the entrance now; the golden coffin glimmered, the lapis lazuli, agate, carnelian, amethyst and variscite inlaid on the tomb looked truly beautiful in the soft glow of the rising sun. Ever so gently you brushed your fingers across the side of the coffin, following the curve. You lifted the lid, inching it slowly open and pushing it to the side. It was empty. You could see all the inscriptions, the story of the inhabitants' entire life, but the actual mummy was gone. A frantically carved inscription was raggedly scratched into the bottom of the tomb, your eyes narrowed, your brain burning as you translated it “Cursed be those who enter my tomb...Those that break the seal of this tomb will meet their end by me. I shall seize their neck and cast fear of myself into them…Death will be upon them.” You bit your lip, removing your shaking hands from the edge of the sarcophagus and stepping backwards on trembling legs “Just a mummy’s curse, nothing too bad that’s normal. It’s going to be fine.” You soothed yourself, taking a deep breath in. Your panic was reignited when you realised “Where the fuck is the mummy?” A thin piece of fabric wrapped around your neck and you pulled backwards harshly, falling to the ground. Your hands flew to the fabric constricting your neck scratching at it, trying to distance it from your throat as it choked you, spittle flying from your mouth as you threw your head back to see who was dragging you. It was too dark.

Your vision adjusted as you were dragged into a room lit by rushlight candles, a dusty table was in the center dotted with canopic jars. The dragging stopped as did the choking, the fabric slipped away from its place around your throat; and you began sucking air back into your lungs as you swiveled your head to see who had almost asphyxiated you. You found the missing mummy. He towered over you, his atavistic linen wrapping falling off of him, exposing areas of his ancient, brown-tinged body. His face was fully visible—it was in almost perfect condition, minus a small laceration on the side of his head—defined cheekbones, a trimmed beard and piercing eyes like polished chrysocolla. He was handsome for a mummy, that thought was quickly replaced by a myriad of questions. You slowly got to your feet, putting your arms in front of yourself protectively “Scarab…” He uttered in a drawling tone.

“Scarab? No, wait, How are you even alive?” You questioned an incredulous expression distorting your features.

“That would be because of me, Pup.” A disembodied voice admitted. You turned around to try and see the other man, squinting and staring into the shadowed parts of the tomb. Then there was movement in the darkness “Over here,” He stepped into the light of the rushlight waving one of his hands that was partly paw; his hand was deep black with pads on his fingers and palm, “Hi.”

“Anubis?” Your voice tremored, you stumbled backwards bumping into the mummy behind you. His arms pulled you into him, settling you against his chest “Get off of me!” You struggled against his grip. The smell of decaying flesh reaching your nose makes you gag.

The Jackal stalked closer “Not quite, I’m Bucky a servant of Anubis and behind you is Steve; once an extremely important attendant and warrior for the pharaoh, now he is a mummy which I reanimated.” Bucky caressed your face with his cold dog-like palm, stroking across your cheek with his thumb—the long claw-like nail just about missed your eye. “You're going to be punished for opening the tomb, Pup, isn’t she Stevie?” Steve simply grunted in response, rubbing his crotch into your ass. You attempted to wriggle out of his grip but Bucky caged you in, his hands wandering down your body caressing your waist and hips. Below the thin material of his loincloth you could see his cock get harder, lifting the fabric as it did. His hands trailed back up to your tits, giving them a squeeze before he used one his sharp nails to tear open your blouse and bra. His chilly hands tweaked your nipples, his claws cutting into your skin as he pinched, you gasped trying to pull away from his touch.

Bucky’s other hand moved down to your shorts, undoing the buttons and tugging them down to your feet along with you underwear “I can smell you, little Puppy, there’s no point in trying to get away so you should at least have some fun or we’ll give you a truly terrible curse.” His voice was low and threatening, eyes narrowed and dark as he relished in the fear present in your tear reddened eyes. Bucky goes down on his knees, carefully helping you out of your shorts and tossing them across the embalming room. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder, liking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy. “So wet for us, Pup, do you secretly like being shared by two people? Do you like us taking you against your will?” You whined in response turning your head away to stare at the ancient walls, one of Steve’s hands seized your face pulling you into a kiss. His mouth was cold and tasted bitter. You scrunch your nose as he deepened the kiss, then you felt Bucky slide his long tongue inside of; the hot, wet muscle filled you so well, attacking the sweet spot inside you as the bridge of his nose rubbed against your sensitive clit. You writhed in the mummies grasp, your hands clenching and unclenching frantically—you were desperate to bury your hands in Bucky’s curls; to feel his long velvety ears and run the silky inside between your thumb and index finger. You could feel heat building in you belly as Bucky removed his tongue from your eager hole and began to suck and tease your bud, Steves kisses simply added to the sensation you head growing fuzzy from the stimulation which only intensified when Steve released your face from his hold and satiated the burning need of your clenching hole by roughly shoving two of his fingers inside you.

You pulled away from the intense kiss, slamming your head into his broad shoulder as you let out a breathy moan. “Feel good…Khepri- Scarab?” Steve probed, nibbling at your ear.

“Yes!” You whined, prying a hand from his grasp and digging your hand into Bucky’s soft hair, grinding your hips into his face trying to chase your release. He pulled away, lips red, his chin shining with spit and your slick “So close” you sobbed playing with his charcoal ears, fiddling with the golden piercing. Bucky’s large tongue licked across your inner thigh, you heard him let out a low chuckle before he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh. You hissed, slamming the back of his head with your fists. He released the area he’d bitten, slurping at the blood dripping down your thigh.

“You’re going to let Stevie fuck you arent you, Scarab?”

“I call her Scarab, my Scarab.” Steve grunted, tightening his hold on you so much so that you thought your wrist would snap, you could feel the bruises already forming as he strangled your wrists. You squeaked as he tugged you closer, his hard dick pressing on to your back, dripping precum “Saw her first. Like Khepri…appeared from nowhere, Scarab special. Mine.”

“Steve, you need to learn how to share. She can be both of ours, my Puppy, your Scarab. Okay?” Bucky kneads Steve’s shoulders soothingly.

“Fine. Scarab, up.” Steve picked you up, carrying you over to the table brushing his arm across it knocking the fragile canopic jars to the floor causing them to shatter. He lays you on your back on the dusty stone table; he pulled your hips closer to the edge. Staring into your eyes as he ran his red, leaking, mushroom head through your folds. You whimpered as he teased you, copying what he’d seen Bucky do earlier and playing with your puffy clit. With a single thrust he shoved himself fully inside, his dick crashing against your cervix almost painfully as he tried to fit all of his length in, giving shallow thrust to try get it all the way. A painful sting tore through you as your pussy tried to grow accustomed to the size of his girth shaft, Steve's eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

Bucky grazed his hand across Steve’s arm gently “It’s not gonna fit all the way. Remember what I told you? You’re big.” The jackal chuckled at Steve’s pout and his grumbling “He’s big isn’t he, Puppy? Too big. Try to breathe. Now turn your head to the side, Steve’s not gonna be the only one having fun.” You don’t know why, but you obeyed him; turning your head so your cheek rested against the cool stone. When you turned you were met with Bucky’s cock, he’d taken off his loin cloth and now you could fully see it. It was long, thick (not as thick as Steves), with a purple vein running from the base all the way to the tip and a golden piercing through the head, matching the ones in his ears. A bead of precum dripped from the head and he smeared it across your lips. A devious smile stretching across his lips “Open up. Don’t even think about biting it or I’ll pull out all your teeth and put them in one of the canopic jars.” He lowered his voice an octave as he threatened you. Steve stopped his thrusts giving Bucky a disapproving glare.

“Don’t threaten Scarab.” He growled, making Bucky’s ears pull backwards, he nodded, looking like a puppy that just got caught chewing something they weren’t supposed to, you snickered shooting a smile at him. Your smile soon faded as Bucky’s heady scent filled your nostrils; he sheathed the full length of his veiny cock in your mouth. You could feel the head of his dick brush uncomfortably against the walls of your throat. You gaged a bit and he rasped out a moan in response “that’s it, choke on it, Puppy.” You claw at his thick, hair thighs with your nails pushing yourself off of him, saliva leaking down your chin as you glare at him with teary eyes. He tangles his fingers in your hair and begins pounding into you, disregarding your muffled pleas for him to slow down “this is a punishment after all, Pup. Can’t be too nice.”

“Scarab feels good, s-so warm.” Steve moaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing throughout the room.

“I won't deny that she’s warm, but it’s also because you’re extremely cold, big guy.” Bucky used his free hand to play with your nipples, circling the hardened nub with his claw “Gonna make pleasure and pain indistinguishable for you.” Buck snarled, dragging his claws across your rib cage as he rammed his dick down your throat. Your jaw ached and mild prickling from the tiny incisions made you clench around Steve. You felt so full, your brain growing hazy as a pleasurable heat spread across your lower back.You tried to close your legs around Steve as the tingling inside you grew “She’s close. Come for us, Puppy!” He demanded quickening his thrusts in an attempt to catch up to both you and Steve. Your eyes flickered upwards towards the mummy above you. His face was flushed, mouth wide open, tears in his eyes as his brutal pace continued—the sight was enough to send you over the edge.

The sounds of Steve and Bucky’s moans cut into white noise as the coil tightening within your lower abdomen finally snapped, making your eyes roll back into your head as your pussy tensed around Steve's pulsing dick. His fingers dug into your hips as he came with a violent thrust and a gravelly grunt. Your eyes burned as Bucky’s held your face flush against his pelvis as let all of his seed flow down your throat. Bucky slipped his cock out of your mouth, the ache within your jaw finally dissipated. Begrudgingly Steve weakened his hold on your hips, whining as he slowly pulled out of you. Groggily you lifted your wrist, reading your watch—it was almost eight in the morning. The team was going to be here soon. Shakily you got to your feet, searching for your shorts that Bucky had tossed. The Jackal grabbed your arm. “I need to go, the research team is going to be here soon.”

“Oh sweet little Puppy, you’re not leaving. You’re coming with us, back to the underworld.” Bucky cooed, you felt two large hands seize your throat and squeeze, constricting your throat in his murderous grip. You fought for air, kicking at Steve's legs with your feet as he lifted you off the ground with his strong beefy arms, even below the bandaged you could see the muscles in his arms tense and his veins bulging as he used all his strength to clutch your throat. Darkness bordered your vision as the air drained from your lungs; your floundering and thrashing became more violent, you could feel the adrenaline leaving your body that was slowly growing slack “Shhh, death isn’t scary. It’s fun. You’ll travel through Duat on Ra’s boat, consult with Oris, meet master Anubis and then we can spend eternity together in the stars. Sleep now, Puppy, and when you wake we’ll begin our journey, together.”

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Distracting Daddy

(Part 1/2) Taking what you want

CEO!Steve Rogers, Daddy!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Ddlg, asphyxiation/choking, oral fixation (thumb sucking), hand kink, scent kink, size kink/ size difference , Daddy, Dom/Sub dynamic, word slut is used (not by Steve), reverse cow girl, uniform/suit kink

Nicknames: Princess, angle, brat, little girl, Baby girl, Daddy

Word count: 3.1k

He’s told you time and time again not to disrupt him whilst he’s on a work call, but this time you can’t help yourself. Seeing your daddy with his fitted dress shirt sleeves rolled up his thick, veiny muscular arms drives you wild and always causes your pussy to tingle. You want to ride him whilst he strangles you with his one of his expensive ties and get lost in the manly, musky scent of his cologne and today you just couldn’t suppress the temptation. You know what awaits you as soon as he finishes his call, but while he’s busy you have his undivided attention.

Part 2 coming soon, if I can stop thinking of more random scenarios for five seconds to be able to write coherently. I have so many drafts T~T

You were bored, well bored was an understatement. Your Daddy had been on one of his ‘Important Daddy business’ phone calls for almost three hours, but it felt like an eternity, he’d promised he wouldn’t be long but he’d lied. He said something about it being an extremely important phone call, one to close a multimillion dollar deal; You didn’t really pay attention to what he said, just the end part where he said he’d be able to buy you so many nice things. You were looking forward to your spending spree, but sitting on your shared California king mattress, tv on low acting as white noise, holding Stevie, your funshine carebear, the absence of your daddy’s touch was killing you, your princess parts ached. Just before the call you had convinced Steve to take a break and fool around with you, your orgasm was so close; his tongue was drawing tight circles on your clit as his long, thick digits massaged that spot inside of you that made your legs twitch and shake. And just as the knot inside of you was beginning to tighten, your head was beginning to cloud and your eyes were rolling back into your head Steve’s ringtone disrupted your pleasure, you begged him not to answer but he said he had to “It’s Stark princess, Bucky will kill me if I don’t close this deal. It’s my work hours anyway, I shouldn’t be doing this with you right now.” He huffed, standing up from his position on his knees. You gave him your best puppy eyes, you even attached yourself to his leg like a koala, but he managed to remove you and slip into his office and answer the call. Once the door was closed you knew it was over, you knew what happened if you went into his office whilst he was on a business call—punishment.

You gave Stevie one last squeeze and rested his head on your pillow, you scooted to the edge of the bed and hopped off your bare feet meeting the pristine, soft square of carpet you stood there relishing in the feeling and preparing yourself for what you were about to do. You strode off the carpet and onto the cool grey wood, you creaked open the bedroom door and looked down the corridor hoping Daddy had finished the work call and was coming to you, he wasn’t. You took one last deep breath collecting every fragment of courage within your little body and walked to his office door, this was the only door in the house that wasn’t a modern slate grey with silver pull handle this door was an aged, sturdy dark teak wood with a golden door knob, and near the top door there was a shiny golden plaque with ‘Study’ engraved on it. This room wasn’t always forbidden, you were allowed in it; just not when Steve was on the phone or had expressed the urgency of a certain piece of work that was due. Now was one of the time you weren’t meant to go in but you were desperate, you were craving him, his scent, his hands, the weight of his body on top of your, his soft hair— You slapped your hands gently against your cheeks you we’re getting distracted you had a mission ‘Distract Daddy’ You grabbed the large golden door knob with you small hand and turned it. It was open!

You slowly inched the door open to see your daddy leaned back in his black leather chesterfield chair, his hand nestled his blonde locks tugging at it, stress presided over his usual smiley face. He was wearing one of your favourite dress shirts, his robin egg blue one that you picked out at the fancy store he took you to—it was tailored to perfection, it displayed his sculpted pecs that you loved to snuggle up to at night and squeezed his brawny arms flawlessly and he paired it with one of his expensive navy ties, you wanted it around your neck to slowly deprive you of oxygen. You slipped into the room and closed the door behind you with a click. Steve’s gaze rose from the paperwork in front of him to meet your wanton stare, he shook his head in return, mouth ‘No’ and removed his hand from his hair to point at the phone that was pressed to his ear “We’ve reviewed the figures, Tony, we believe this deal will be beneficial for us both. The statistics were sent over to Pepper yesterday. They should have been forwarded to you, no and I understand the hesitancy, really I get it.” His eyes remained locked with yours expecting you to leave, but you just sauntered towards him and plopped down in the chair facing him, a devious smile spreading across your face as you swung your legs back and forth like a schoolgirl. His jaw ticked in response, he was already beginning to get angry. It was no secret that your Daddy dislikes Tony Stark, they got on like oil and water, for some reason, but that paired with the disobedience you were displaying was enough for him to start getting agitated—especially when he had no idea what you planned to do “ Let me go get those documents so we can be on the same page, just a moment.” He sets his phone down on the table with a thump and puts his line on mute “Baby girl I’m gonna give you one chance to leave this room before I rain hell down on your poor little bottom. You know the rules, you’re not allowed in Daddy’s office when he’s on a work call.” He warned, his tone edging into an almost growl, but you just smiled.

“I’ll be quiet Daddy, I promise! You’ve been in here for three hours pleaseeee?” You whined shuffling over to his side of the desk and dropping to your knees, you rubbed your head against his midnight blue slacks, you could smell the detergent on them. His warmth seeped through the material onto your cheek and you clasped your hand around his hand dragging it towards your mouth, slipping his thumb in and sucking on it gently letting his blonde hairs tickle the side of your face, your pussy clenched as you remembered the feeling of his fingers inside you bringing you to orgasm, the salty taste of his finger pricked at your tongue. His other fingers stroked your head lovingly

“You gotta be quiet, okay? Pinky promise?” Steve questioned, sceptical about the truth of your promise, you just nodded softly chewing on the digit in your mouth moaning softly.

“Are you still there, Rogers? Are you hiking up Mount Everest for those documents?” Tony’s unamused voice called out, Steve’s attention returned back to his call giving your face intermittent rubs as you sucked on his thumb and snuggled up to his calf. This was nice, your Daddy always ran warm and he was gentle (most of the time) but this isn’t what you came for you wanted your holes filled, you wanted the climax Tony Stark’s stupid business call robbed you of.

Steadily you stood up, Steve stared at you quizzically as you began to clamber into his lap. His face contorted, he looked as if he’d eaten a lemon, his hand that had just been in your mouth gripped the chair's arms rest so harshly you thought he’d rip the leather. You promised to be quiet, not to be still. You sat facing him grinding you hips down on his crotch, you ghosted you hand over his chest, down his arms playing with his arm hair as you came back up to his neck you ran your hands over his freshly shaven face up to his hair which you carded you fingers through attempting to fix the mess his stressful pulling had made then you brought your hands back down to his neck, you caressed his tie with your fingers, drawing random shapes on the the silk before you untied it. Steve threw his head back in annoyance, humming intermittently at whatever Tony was telling him on the phone. He seized one of your thighs, with a bruising grip, in an attempt to keep you still; but this just made you quicken your pace catching your bare clit on his clothes bulge causing you to bite back a moan as the pleasure you had been robbed of began to rise. You scrunched his freshly ironed tie in your hand as you leaned on Steve’s shoulders for support, nipping and sucking at his neck, taking in the smell of his cologne—magnolia and cedar wood— it drove you wild how good he smelt all the time just for you.

Suddenly, Steve’s hand slithered up your body gripping your neck and pushing you back till your spine met his desk. Your eyes met once again, but now his usual kind green eyes were dark and his pupils were shot wide—you’d awakened his dominant side, the card he only pulled when you were getting on his last nerve. You wanted to retreat, but you were still craving his thick cock. Craving how it rubbed all the right places inside you. Craving how with each powerful thrust his tip kissed your cervix, clearing your head of any and all thoughts, you were a slut for his dick and he loved it, just not right now. You grabbed at his arm with both of your hands, you were so small compared to him, he could probably do some damage to you if he really wanted, but Steve was too nice for that and you were going to use that niceness. He pulled you close looking over your shoulder towards his desk, with gritted teeth he began to speak “I’m looking at it. No that’s not correct, the projection was calculated-“ he was cut off by Stark's incessant rambling. You used your chance to unzip his slacks and pull down his boxers, just enough to pull out his hardened cock, Steve hissed in response

You paused for a moment “You okay there?” Stark questioned

“I’m fine, I just kicked the corner of my table. What were you saying about the quarterly?” Steve pinched his nose and sighed

“Maybe you should invest in a bigger desk for your giraffe legs” Stark quipped, you could hear him chuckling at his own joke and you had to bite your tongue to not also laugh at his comment about your daddy having giraffe legs, it was painfully accurate. Maybe Stark wasn’t that bad after all.

“Hardy-har-har.” Steve responded dryly

You took a hold of Steve’s large cock, it always surprised you how he managed to fit inside you. You pressed your pelvis up to his dick, biting your lip when you felt the head touch just below your belly button, you ran your thumb over the weeping head, smearing his pre around his mushroom head. You peered upwards to see Steve’s eyes scrunched tight and his lips pressed together so hard, it looked like he had no lips at all. He began voice shaking “Comparing both of our companies statistics from last year and the start of this year, you can tell that…” he paused. Suppressing a moan as you squeezed his shaft “it would be beneficial for us both, as our earnings are almost equal. But you already know that, Stark.” You shuffled on his lap, turning yourself to face the office door.

Gripping the hard wood table as you rose up on your knees, you ran the head of his cock through your silken folds and then began lowering yourself down. You heard the sound of his thumb smacking the mute button as he let out a husky growl, your walls tightened around his length as you slid further down his length. You gripped the table even tighter “ Daddyyy” you whined, the painful yet pleasurable burn of his thick cock stretching you out made it hard to keep moving, but you continued to take him inside you. Your hand grabbed his tie, which you had thrown down on the desk, and you dangled it behind you “choke me please!” You felt him grab it from you roughly, he began to tie it around your neck tugging at it slightly, depriving you of oxygen briefly to tease you.

His face brushed against your ear, he suckled at the thin skin of your earlobe “I’m going to unmute the phone now. Be quiet and I’ll give you what you want, my naughty little girl.” He demanded playfully, his voice thick with lust, you nodded in agreement and you heard him unmute the phone. You began to move your hips slowly biting down hard on your bottom lip to suppress any moans, in return Steve tugged at the tie around your neck robbing you of air. The feeling was utter ecstasy, you could barely hear Steve talking as you rode him in pure wanton bliss. He loosened the tie, allowing oxygen to flood back into your system, your whole body tingled and the corners of your vision went black for a moment; but you kept rolling your hips back and forth letting your Daddy’s cock rub your sweet spot “no that would be irrelevant, those aren’t the right numbers. I have 75,000 and 90,000 here and a graph with blue and-” once again he was cut off.

“Wait…Excuse me, Rogers, I’ve got the wrong thing in front of me. Give me a minute, let me find it.” You heard Tony sigh, his footsteps getting further from his phone. Steve muted his line again, he pulled at the tie harshly pulling you close to him so your head was on his shoulder

“You’re gonna ride me like your life depends on it, because this call is almost over. And if you don’t cum by the end of it your punishment will be ten times worse, because you would have disrupted me for nothing. Get to riding princess.”

“Yes daddy.” He muttered a ‘good girl’ as you leaned towards the desk, using it as support as you began frantically rising and slamming your hips back down on his lap “Daddy! Please choke me!” You begged as his free hand came down to your clit and began to rub tight circles on the sensitive bud, he yanked the tie once again, spit ran down your chin and tears brimmed your eyes as your lungs emptied of oxygen.

“I found them! They were in the other pile. You still there Rogers?” Tony questioned as he slumped back into his chair.

Steve unmuted the phone “Still here, now then how about the deal? It makes sense to large companies coming together rather than waging war, together we’d have enough combined power to rival Odinsons & co. for more competitive market positions.” He loosened his grip on the tie allowing your to take in some oxygen, your pussy fluttered around him as his fingers diligently teased your clit

“Very true, but if I partnered with Odinsons & co. Then I could take you guys down and you’d no longer be competition, what stopped me from doing that?” You could practically hear the confidence and sass dripping from Starks words

Steve let out a low chuckle “We both know that although Thor is not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to negotiating his brother Loki is unmatched, you wouldn’t get a deal as good as we’re offering you and anyway do you really want to deal with Loki?” Steve questioned giving your pussy a light slap, you almost let out a yelp but you muffled it in your shoulder. You were so close, you tugged at the tie in your daddy’s hand and he began to pull. You pressed your hand firmly to your mouth, to silence the moans that were bubbling in your throat, as you began to ride him with newfound need. The coil inside you was tightening, the pleasure in your hips felt unbearably good to the point that it ached.

“Okay your right, you’re right. I’ll sign. Looking at the schedule Barnes forwarded over, you have an afternoon free this coming Thursday. I’ll be there for 1:30 pm and we’ll sign the contracts. Pleasure doing business with you Rogers.”

“No, the pleasure is all mine.” You heard the sound of the call end “isn’t that right baby girl. I can feel it, your pussy tightening your legs shaking. Come for me, do it now and maybe your punishment won’t be that bad.” He let out a grunt as his thrust began to match yours, with one final tug on the tie around your neck you practically screamed as you came, your body shaking, your legs twitching and an electrifying aftershock ran through your clit. Steve pressed your head onto the desk, your warm cheek was cooled by the cold wood which glistened with your saliva and tears. He let out an animalistic grunt, as he snapped his hips a few more times before he came inside you, his warm come spread out inside you. He rocked his hips as he came more, and you felt a warm liquid trickle down your thigh.

Steve’s strong hand pulled your face towards his “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at you little brat. Riding my cock while I’m on an important call, you’re in so much goddamn trouble.” He threatened, his tone was primal, he was looking at you as if you were his prey. Your lip trembled and you diverted your eyes. He made your sensitive pussy ache pleasurably and twitch around him.

“But daddy! You left me right before I could cum I’ve been all tingly ever since and toys don’t feel as good as you. I wanted my daddy.” You whined, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout, as he slipped out of you.

“I know angel, I know,” his hand grazed your cheek tenderly, pushing some hair that had become displaced from your bouncing, “I wanted you too but I was on a really important call. But now that it’s over and my greedy little princess has taken what she’s wanted, you should run and hide. You have as long as it takes me to text Bucky about the meeting to hide before I find you and punish you for that little stunt you just pulled.” He threatened, picking up his phone from the desk.

“But daddy…” you whined turning to face him, his gaze was dark and he had already begun texting.

“Run and hide Princess. Because when I find you, and I will find you, your ass and legs are going to be so sore I’ll be carrying you around for the rest of the week.” Steve snarled, looking up from his phone to stare into your innocent teary eyes. His gaze was dark, he was serious. Without a second thought you took off running, you could hear his raspy chuckle from down the hallway. You were in so much trouble.

Beg me for it

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: oral (male receiving), Oral-fixation, innocent!Steve Rogers, Virgin! Steve Rogers, experienced! Reader but also shy!reader, fem!reader, overstimulation, cock sitting, Cowgirl?, fem!dom, teasing, begging, praise, check-ins, aftercare + fluff

Word count: 2.5k

Brought to you by my brain after the first episode of She-Hulk and a long, steamy convo with my friend at 3am

The show had just finished, the same irritating tune of ‘A star Spangled man with a plan’ had finally died down and Steve had finished his preaching of how ‘by purchasing war bonds you too could do your part to stick it to the Fuhrer’ or whatever bullshit they convinced him would get him his own battalion. It made you sick how they openly exploited him, but it also made you question how naïve he truly was—because if they could convince him that he was truly aiding the war effort by being paraded around like a freakshow, then what could you also convince him to do.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the creaking of the curtain finally descending, once it finally reached the ground you let your fake toothy grin fall and relaxed your posture, relieved you sauntered to the back of the stage “Thank god that’s over.” You hear one of the girls call

“Yeah, I’m craving a smoke. You girls coming?”

They all follow behind the main blonde, but just before she fully exits the door to outside the theatre she turns on her heel “Y/N you coming?” She questions, allowing the rest of the girls to walk past her out the door.

“Oh no I’m fine for now, you lot can go I’m gonna stay here and rest.” You let out an awkward laugh, that is absolutely not what you’re going to do, it couldn’t be further from the truth. The moment you began considering how deep America’s sweethearts naivety truly went it caused ideas to rush through your mind of things you wanted to do to him, things that made heat rise all the way to the tips of your ears. You knew you’d never be able to do them to him but it wouldn’t stop you from enjoying yourself.

“Suit yourself I guess, it’s stuffy in here” she let out a disgruntled sound as Maggie pulled the blue, sequin covered collar from her neck rubbing at the scratched skin below it, “ I swear if this thing doesn’t stop itching me I’m going to fu- Mr Rogers hello.” Her whole demeanour shifted, she went from loud mouthed broad to the shy girl next door in seconds, you were almost impressed. Steve just gave her a nod and a wave and disappeared into his room with a red door and brass star drilled into it, you could tell it was for him because it was the biggest and most decorated room, us girls got a communal room to get ready in, one that had blue paint flaking off it to reveal the sludge green colour that the door used to be.

You sat on the stiff blue sofa, running your hand over the cheap material “this is gonna give me carpet burn on my thighs” you huffed shifting around in an attempt to get comfortable, your mind drifted back to Steve who was now alone in his room. Maybe it was time to attempt to assert dominance, do the opposite of what Maggie did; go from shy show girl to dominatrix and try to snag Steve for yourself. The thought of it made you impossibly embarrassed as you clenched around nothing, but it was now or never you were almost completely alone with him. You stood up quickly and practically ran over to the mirror, touching up your makeup and dousing yourself with perfume to ensure you smelt nice “you can do this. You’re gonna knock on his door and lure him in, it’s going to be great, amazing, even…Sexy.” Flattening down your red and white striped skirt, which was unbelievable short, you took one final deep breath and made your way out of the changing room, down the musty corridor littered with faded posters from previous shows that were slowly peeling from the dirty, smoke covered walls which tinged them a darker brown then they should have been. You could hear the producers in their own room talking, probably playing cards, which meant you had time to enjoy yourself.

You were now face to face with Steve’s deep wine red door, it was perfectly pristine more than likely it had been painted over recently, the bronze star was shined to perfection and had the words ‘TALENT’ in bold, block lettering. Hesitantly you lifted your knuckles to the door, rapping on the wood three times. You heard shuffling and the sound of someone tripping before the door opened, revealing Steve’s towering frame. You were looking at his chiselled chest, which you could easily make out from below the tight white wife beater. You slowly leaned your head back to look up at him and locked eyes with his azure ones that had fleeks of green and blue, they reminded you of sea foam, enchanting. “Hi Y/N, is something wrong?” His soothing modulated voice inquired, your eyes drifted down to his soft, full, pink lips. That’s when you knew you had to do it.

“Can I come in, to talk to you?” You questioned in a husky tone, fluttering your eyelashes against your cheeks and looking up to him as innocently as you could muster, attempting to make yourself seem small and fragile.

“Of course, it’s no problem.” a pinkish tint dusted his cheeks and his toned arm found its way behind his head rubbing at his neck in a soothing motion. He let you pass him and your head flitted around the room, bugged eyed. His room was massive and painted crimson, with a red velvet couch facing the wall to ceiling vanity mirrors, that had a cushioned mahogany chair tucked under the floating table; that mirror was definitely going to be used. You seated yourself on his couch, allowing yourself to sink into the plush cushions and patted the area next to you, Steve strode towards you and sat right where you had instructed. The pinkish tint that had been dusting his cheeks early had made its way to his neck and ears and was deepening to a scarlet “so what did you want to…talk about?” He stuttered unable to look at you, you extended your arm and brushed a hand up and down his forearm leaning towards him. His body turned rigid from your touch.

“Look at me Stevie.” You ordered, allowing a smile to tug at your lips, pressing your arm harder into your chest to make your cleavage more prominent “I want you to look at me, please.” His head turned slowly and he crooned his neck down to look at you, a questioning look in his gaze “I need you. Inside me.” He shuffled away till his hips reached the arm of the soaf, so you did the same, except you only stopped once you were practically sat on his meaty thighs

“We can’t do that Y/N, I can’t..” you lifted your eyes to peer into his, moving your hand from his muscular forearm to his jaw that clenched under your touch, his face was scalding, his embarrassment apparent. This was intoxicating.

You brought your other hand to his other cheek and pulled his face towards you, he could have resisted but he was obedient, how useful.

“Why can’t you Stevie? Are you perhaps a virgin?” His tongue jutted out of his mouth and licked his plump lips nervously “You are! Aren’t you!” You gasped in a falsely scandalised voice, you weren’t surprised in the slightest but you wanted his embarrassment to grow and fester, you wanted him to be putty beneath you.

“I haven’t had time…I’m sorry I can’t.” He shifted below you, turning his face

“I can help you. I can be your first, let me pop your cherry, my sweet soldier.” You whispered seductively in his ear caressing the shell of his ear with your nose, slipping one of your hands from one of his cheeks down to his clothed crotch, your hand caressing the area through his washed blue denim Levi’s. A tent began to form “You’re rearing to go down here.” You climbed further on to his lap till you were sat on his growing erection, the blonde tried in vain to bite back a moan. You ground down into his lap determined to hear that sweet thigh clenching sound again, you moaned out his name rubbing your head into his neck, nipping at his bobbing Adam’s apple.

“Please let’s do it.”

“Do what Stevie? You have to say it, tell me what you want, beg me for it.” You breathe

“Fuck me. Please ah.” he begged letting out an uncharacteristically high pitched moan as you began to undo his jeans, you slid off his lap taking his trousers and boxers with you. Allowing his sizable member to spring free, the tip was red and angry, leaking pre-cum and large blue, violet veins pulsated beneath his thin pale skin. You salivated at the sight, you wanted nothing more than to taste the hot salty taste of his release trickle down your throat, you wanted your mouth to be filled with him “What are doing?” He questioned in an almost breathless tone, which was cut off by a grunt as you licked a stripe from his twitching balls to his sensitive tip

“Just you wait and see my little virgin, I’m going to spoil you rotten.” You drew circles with your tongue and popped it in your mouth, giving it a suck before opening your throat and taking him in. You watched as his hand flew to his sides; gripping the velvet of the couch till his knuckles turned white, a strained sob escaping his lips as his head flew back hitting the wall, you slowly inched his cock further into your mouth, a moan from you throat vibrating around his cock, he was big, almost too big for your mouth. Your jaw creaked uncomfortably as you almost reached the base, you could feel his full length tickling your throat as it pulsated. Your nose was buried in his pelvis and you instinctively collected spit with your hand and began to massage his balls, you quickly came up releasing his dick with a pop “pull my hair.” You grabbed his hands and brought them to the base of your skull “use me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He whined, you grinned deviously

“You can’t hurt me, you won’t want to because I’ll make sure you apologise on your knees.” His large calloused hands wrapped around strands of your hair and forced you down to his dick and you began to suck, his moans started up again and you hollowed your cheeks to suck him for all he’s worth. You rocked back and forth on your foot, allowing for your clit to feel reprieve from the pleasurable tingling dancing in your womb. The savoury taste of cum began to dance on your tongue and that’s when you grabbed his wrists and forcibly removed yourself from him

“I was gonna…Where are you going?” He asked deliriously as you stood up, your small palm rubbing over his leaking slit, you pressed a finger to his soft lips

“It’s time for you to become a man, I’m gonna send you to heaven and back Captain virgin.” You took your seat back on his lap, but this time you sat on your knees and allowed his tip to slip back a forth through your velvety folds you keened as you rubbed it against your engorged, sensitive bud “I’m waiting Stevie, beg for me, beg like you’ve never begged before.” You demanded as you peeled off his wife beater and threw it to a miscellaneous corner, you stroked your hands up and down his sculpted chest which glimmered with sweat, you relished in his manly scent.

“Please put it in, please I’m begging you. I need to cum it hurts.” You looked down at his face his eyes were red and glassy and his bottom lip was clasped between his teeth, you massaged his face lovingly as you slipped him inside you slowly. You threw your head back and clasped his broad shoulders with your hands, your mouth going slack as the pleasurable burn of his length radiated through your hips causing your orgasm to build even further. One of Steve’s bulky arms found its way around your waist keeping you from falling, whilst the other encompassed your cheek pushing some of your hair out of your eyes “Feels good, keep going please.” You collected your self and nodded Steve’s whole length sheathing inside you, you nestled your head below his chin

“You okay?” You whispered, you received a nod in response “Good because now I’m going to destroy you.” Steve let out a low chuckle and you began to bounce your hips, slamming yourself up and down relentlessly

“Someone’s going to hear us.” Steve choked, trying to suppress his moans and grunts as your walls fluttered around him.

“Let them hear, I want them to hear me make you mine. I’m going to be your first and last you’re mine, moan for me. Let them hear how good I make you feel.”

“I’m gonna cum” he squeaked, tightening his grip on your waist so hard that it was absolutely going to bruise. You stopped your movements and planted yourself on his lap.

“No, please move. So close, I was gonna cum. Please.” his voice was thick with need, desperate. He whined attempting to move you up and down

“We cum together, you’ll wait for me, my good boy, my good little virgin.” You swiped your thumb sensually over his biceps. His cock twitched inside you “Do you like being my good boy Captain?” You cooed as Steve buried his head into the lapel of your outfit

“Take this off. I want to see you please.” You complied, throwing the scratchy uniform towards where you had thrown Steve’s wife beater. His strong hand briefly glided over your tits giving them a squeeze and teasing the nipples before falling back to their original place.

“Look in the mirror Stevie, look where we’re joined.” You began to move again “touch my clit, you know what that is right?” You chuckled and Steve scoffed, rubbing your clit almost immediately, making you melt against him “Well, you’re better than most men then.” You moaned, moving your hips desperately “Use me Steve!” You beckoned he grabbed your hips with his other hand feverishly moving you up and down his length “gonna cum! Cum with me! Cum my good boy!” You keened grinding on his dick, Steve groaned and whined, his cock throbbed, you gripped at his muscular arms desperately and you were finally pushed over the edge, you bashed your head into Steve’s shoulder, digging your nails into his back leaving red half moons in their wake you felt Steve’s hot release flow into you, he bucked his hips desperately and you could feel it leak out of you into his lap. You ran your hands through his cropped hair and kissed his jaw tenderly “You good Steve?” You questioned massaging his scalp gently

“That was amazing, thank you.” He murmured, stroking your thigh with his warm pal. He turned his head and pushed back your hair kissing your forehead.

“Thank you for letting me be your first.” Your lips meet for the first time in a lazy, yet passionate kiss and you both stare into each other's eyes “let’s lay together for a bit before we get cleaned up.” Steve hummed in agreement, holding you securely to his chest before laying on his back, allowing you to rest your head on his buff chest and listen to his heart that was thumping loudly against his ribs, your eyelids became heavy and you permitted yourself to drift off in the security and heat of the supersoldiers embrace.

I NEED PART TWO OF THE MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N L/N!

. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part2)

You cackled to yourself after sending the message into your groupchat, quickly returning to the video and beginning to play it again, occasional bursts of giggles slipping through your lips.

Resuming your place in the video—the first clip that began playing was actually from not that long ago at all. It was You, Kat Dennings, Elizabeth Olsen and Zendaya at Taylor Swifts Eras Tour (an experience you would genuinely never forget). Taylor was playing Lover and, in the clip, Kat had your face in one hand and the other wrapped around your waist, bringing you close to her body.

“Lover, can I go where you go—“ Kat sang with Taylor, singing all the lyrics to you and grinning at you, faces inches away from each other. “—Can we always be this close.” She punctuated this lyric with giving you an eskimo kiss.

You smiled sincerely at the memory.

The next clip began up, it was you and Chris Evans doing Playground Insults with BBC Radio 1: the two of you were sat opposite each other, knees touching, Chris was grinning goofily at you, giddy laughs escaping him as you tried to remain straight faced.

“—we’re here with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.” The presenters introduced.

“And we’re about to play Playground Insults . . Now Chris and Y/N are sat opposite each other,” the camera cut to you and Chris, him smiling largely and you looking away to contain your own, “the atmosphere is very tense.”

“We’ve done this quite a few times now but im thinking.. this is the biggest movie of the year, let’s make this the biggest playground insults we’ve ever done.”

“Yep.” Chris nodded, trying not to laugh.

“Chris, hun. . you’re ugly. Like, plain ugly.” You nodded seriously, immediately setting off as you feigned a pained wince to the words. “Everyone’s been talking about it. . just, you’re so atrocious to look at. Honestly, I almost feel arse over tits in horror when I saw you.”

Chris opened his mouth to say something but then faltered and pouted, “no matter how good of an actor I am, I could never even get those words out my mouth about you and make them sound genuine. Seriously.”

The third clip started—it was Chris Hemsworth on a carpet, a bold colourful question at the bottom said ‘WHO HAS THE MOST FANS?’. Chris immediately said, “Y/n.” In that deep Australian accent of his. “Not that I blame the people from choosing her to be the people’s queen, she is truly one of a kind. You’ll only ever meet one Y/n in your lifetime, cherish it. The fans have the right idea.”

It changed to Scarlett with the same colourful question at screen and at the same carpet event: “Oh, Yeah. Y/n, one hundred percent.” She chuckled huskily. “That woman has fans upon fans and seriously, I’m one of them. She is something else.” She grinned, winking at the camera.

After Scarlett, Paul Rudd came onto your screen in the very same clip. “Oh! The legend herself, Y/N Y/L/N.” Paul answered brightly, smiling. “The amount of fans she has is unbelievable—well, it’s definitely believable for someone like her, so, not really unbelievable..”

The forth clip began—it was you all playing Family Feud with Jimmy Kimmel, on his live show. Sebastian and RDJ were currently facing off; Jimmy posed the question “what, other than the sun, are some of the hottest things to exist?”

Sebastian got to the buzzer faster than Robert managed to and didn’t even falter or hesitate as he answered straight away, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The audience immediately screamed laughed and shrieked in delight, RDJ just nodded his head in understanding and appreciation, clapping his hands. Chris Evans, Mark and Anthony on the other side all looked amused but ultimately accepting (Chris was nodding along almost subconsciously). You were on the other team, looking heavenward with a faint exasperated grin and Scarlet wrapped her arm around your waist, Chris Hemsworth smirking at you both.

The fifth clip started up: it was a behind the scenes shot from Endgame, the big final battle. You were currently in the middle of doing your own stunt, green screen behind you and harnesses strapped to you as you dangled at a halfway point in the air. Your arms and hands were positioned in such a way to show your character manipulating her powers—the position also very much enhanced your chest, with the added help of your superhero attire. You looked hot, even you could admit.

The camera mirthfully panned to some of the rest of the cast who all stood aside while you filmed your scene—said cast being Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Gwyneth Paltrow, RDJ, Elizabeth Olsen and Tessa Thompson. All of their eyes were fixated on you, Robert was the only one grinning in amusement (and awe) while all the others stared at you as though you hung the sun yourself.

“Boobies.” Lizzie giggled faintly, her eyes stuck. The rest of the cast watching dumbly nodded while the crew cracked up behind the cameras.

And if you screenshotted their dumbfounded faces looking ip at on screen you. . well that was your business.

The clip changed. It was now Karen Gillan being interviewed on some carpet event, looking genuinely breathtaking. The interviewer was asking, “—obviously, your friend and co-star Y/N Y/L/N has been in lots of iconic movies. . what is your favourite scene of hers in The Wolf of Wall Street?”

Karen paused with a cheeky little smile, giving the interviewer a a jokingly incredulous look. “Come on.” She simply said. “It’s a bloody no brainer, I’m certain it was Leonardo’s favourite scene too. . I hope it is anyway otherwise he’s a silly, silly man.”

At the same carpet event with the same interviewer, Chris Hemsworth was being interviewed—his wife, Elsa, on his arm and looking half ready to battle off any rude interviewers (queen).

“—what is your favourite scene of hers in Ocean’s 8?”

“All of them!” Elsa answered eagerly, grinning. “Her outfits really accentuated her personality and I enjoyed them very much so. Particularly her outfit for the gala. . the amount of accentuated personality, by gosh, it had me speechless.”

Chris turned her head, obviously trying not to laugh at his wife.

“Nunca he estado más celoso y agradecido por la ropa en mi vida.” Elsa hummed.

You blinked.

The clip changed to you, Sebastian, Lizzie, Paul, Jeremy and Jimmy all on his Tonight Show playing Musical Beers. The slightly unnerving music/beat played in the background while you all stalked around the circle, Paul and Jeremy already out—leaving you, Seb, Lizzie and Jimmy.

As you were all racing around the circular table, Lizzie very obviously swatted your ass and you were impressed with your own body as you watched that impact: the audience erupted into laughs and shrieks, Jimmy playfully covering his eyes as Seb smirked. You thought that would be the end of the clip, but no.

The very disco-esk tune briefly cut out and past time you thought that meant it stopped completely and you’d already reached for the red cup in front of you and chugged it’s contents, only to pause as the music began back up.

“Spit it back! Spit it back!”

You did just that—but when the music actually stopped and Seb was left standing in front of the cup with your (let’s not go there) in it, your mouth popped open in shock. Jeremy gladly backed away from the table in hysterics, Lizzie and Jimmy equally as amused.

“Oh my god, I am—“

Sebastian quickly downed the cup with. . those contents, not even looking all that perturbed.

“So sorry.” You finished, mouth agape.

You vaguely remembered a conversation you’d had with him after the show, sincerely and repeatedly apologising and he was just very, very amused with you. He didn’t seem to mind at all—what an odd man.

“It’s all good.” Sebastian chuckled lowly, wrapping the mortified looking past you in a one armed shoulder hug and squeezing you to him. Lizzie seemed to be trying to trade a very obvious eye message with you—the audience shrieked and screamed in the background.

Another clip began: its was you and Scarlett Johansson doing a trust fall thing, you thought (correctly).

“Scarlett I swear. .” You giggled, looking over your shoulder at the woman behind you—she grinned back at you amusedly, her eyes twinkling.

“Calm down.” She laughed herself. “I’ll catch you don’t worry, gorgeous.”

Still slightly overcome with nervous giggles, you turned and let out a breath as you shut your eyes before holding at your arms and falling back.

And catch you she definitely did—although her hands didn’t exactly land in a PG-13 area, you cackled as you watched her hands grope at your chest to pull you up. In the video, you were also wheezing as were the crew and Scarlett had a cheeky little smirk as she laughed.

When you were finally standing, she gave one last squeeze before finally letting go—on screen you was breathless with giggles.

“Always wanted to do that.” She shrugged simply with a large amused smile.

The next clip began—it was Zendaya and Tom Holland on LADBible, playing that how much do you agree or not game. The statement said was ‘Y/N Y/L/N is everyone‘s celebrity crush’.

Instantly, Tom and Zendaya moved their cups to strongly agree, both of them nodding in solid agreement with the statement: presently, you awed at your friends, ego very much boosted. Well. To be fair, all of this video was massively boosting your ego.

“I mean, come on.” Zendaya made a ‘duh’ face and shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s Y/N.” Tom smiled crookedly, adding onto her comment.

“I am so happy I get to now say that she’s one of my closest friends.” Zendaya beamed genuinely. “She’s—one of those people whose beauty isn’t just an external thing, she’s so lovely man.” She pouted, in awe of you.

Watching the video, you beamed back at her.

The clip changed: Mark Ruffalo was on the Graham Norton show, next to Nicki Minaj and an actor you couldn’t place.

“Who would you say your favourite co-star has ever been, Mark?” Graham inquired.

“I—i would probably have to go with Y/N—“ The crowd instantly erupted into cheers and yells and Nicki smiled next to him, stating that she loved you under the sound of cheering. Mark grinned back at her, mumbling ‘me too’.

“Yeah, she’s a hell of an actress, that one. So easy to work with. Funny as f—hell, she’s just—an extremely genuine and kind person, and she really brings the energy on set.” Mark grinned. “..she’s also the only free pass my wife has ever given me. Which I won’t be using! Because I don’t believe in cheating, it’s scummy! Even though she’s gorgeous—anyone would be lucky!” He had to rise to a shout at the end as the audience erupted.

Nicki giggled next to him, “me personally, I would use that pass.”

You gasped in laughter as you watched the screen, screen-recording it all so you could go back and watch it. Saving it to your folder titled PISSING MY PANTS HRLP

The clip changed yet again, showing a scene from the Winter Solider BTS. You and Sebastian were filming a scene where he had to shoot your character—you watched the ‘Winter Solider’ shoot your character multiple times making you go down with an agonised yell, crawling away from him.

As soon as CUT was yelled, Sebastian’s face dropped from his stone cold (wintery) expression and he raced to you, crouching next to you. He practically tugged you into his lap on the floor, holding you.

“Oh my fuck that—that just felt so real, Y/n. You know I would never hurt you right?” He asked, blinking repeatedly before a small smirk fell on his lips. “You’re way too pretty to injure doll. Can’t ruin your perfect face.”

On screen you huffed in mock anger, hiding an amused grin as you shoved at him—he still held you close to him though, so both of you fell backwards and burst into giggles.

You literally thought ‘I ship them’ as you watched the clip of Sebastian and yourself, forgetting that was you for a moment.

Another clip started up—another behind the scenes. It was you and Tom Hiddleston in Thor : Ragnarok. In the scene Loki was tied down to the chair and your character was meant to intimidate him—you watched yourself take out your character’s daggers and lean forward into his space. One leg leaned up on top of the arm of the chair, sliding one dagger just a hair above the skin of his neck while using the over the move his chin up to be angled to you as you mockingly smiled down at him.

You said your line as your character but Tom remained silent, mouth parted and eyes widened as he gazed up at you—speech failing him. (You knew that they actually decided to include this awestruck look in the movie—the amount of fucking edits you’d seen was unreal).

Eyebrows crinkling you nudged your knee into his chest and he snapped out of it, grabbing your knee in a gentle grip. “Sorry darling, words sometimes seem to fail me in your presence.” He muttered rather hoarsely, still staring up at you.

“I don’t fucking blame him.” Tessa Thompson murmured from behind you both, and the camera moved to show her staring at you in a similar awe.

Present time, you could barely hide your smirk. Literally the biggest ego boost. Of all time.

Again, the clip changed and it was now Natalie Portman looking gorgeous on a carpet event, being interviewed—“if you could have Jane explore another romance than Thor, who would it be and why?”

“Y/N!” Natalia enthused immediately. “Well—her character, but like. Both. Either. One for me, one for Jane. That—would be great. And why? Come on! She’s an absolutely beautiful woman, inside and out. She has this outward glow that you literally cannot and don’t want to look away from and that reflects so much in her personality—once you’ve interacted with her one time, you never want to stop. Ever. I’m not kidding.” She giggled.

Another clip started up quickly—a blooper of you and Chris Evans. In this scene, your characters were meant to kiss after an angsty, angry argument. You stormed into the frame, into the bedroom, completely in character—an angry expression on and ready to go at Steve.

Before you could even let out a single syllable to begin your lines, Chris immediately surged forward and took your face in his hands, kissing the living daylights out of you.

You both pulled back after a bit and you just started at him, questioningly (that kiss was probably one of your best ever, let it be known, Chris Evans was a fantastic kisser).

“I—I thought It’d be good for the scene. .” Chris trailed off bashfully, scratching the base of his neck, literally pulling the excuse out of his arse. In actuality, he hadn’t wanted to spare a moment of the scene where he could be kissing you, well, not doing so.

“Bull!” Scarlett exclaimed as she materialised in the doorway. “He just wanted to kiss you.” She told you, pointedly looking at the man.

“Yeah—i—“ He huffed a defeated sigh, pink-cheeked. “I’ve got nothing. She’s right.”

In hindsight, you thought to yourself, you should probably stop being so shocked when the fanbase starts shipping you with your costars.

The clip changed: now it was you, Elizabeth and Aaron on a carpet event together—all being interviewed at the same time.

“So, Y/n, how does it feel to be in a Maximoff twin sandwich right now?” The interviewer giggled happily, smiling.

Before you could open you’re mouth—“we’re really enjoying it.” Lizzie and Aaron replied at the same time.

The interview gaped and you simply rolled your eyes as the two smirked at either side of you, they’d been talking in sync ever since you’d first met them at the table reading.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t why?” Aaron grinned crookedly. “A beautiful, lovely woman in between us. Honestly, love, there’s not a thought in my head besides you.” He joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“I completely support that.” Lizzie chirped in, “ever since I’ve met this gorgeous lady who i now acknowledge as my partner in everything—she’s taken up all of the room in my brain, and I couldn’t be happier.” She giggled, putting her arm around your waist.

In the middle of them both, with an arm over your shoulder and one around your waist—you simply sighed, sparing the giddy interviewer an exaggerated suffering expression.

Again, the clip switched—it was now another blooper of you in the Iron Man movie, the scene where you handed Tony’s arse to him in the boxing ring. Instead of acting as scripted, Gwen Paltrow got up from her seat and strode over to the boxing ring, stepping inside gracefully and planting one right on your lips.

Presently, you giggled as you thought back to this moment. Gwen was your impulsive queen. Your idol.

From the floor, RDJ squawked in shock, exclaiming about being cheated and betrayed and Gwen flung her stiletto off her foot at him without moving from your lips.

When she finally did, she simply smiled at you kindly, “you just looked so good that I couldn’t not kiss you, sweets.” She shrugged and you, on screen, laughed at her as you leaned back in to kiss her cheek.

(Unfortunately the scene was not included in the movie—but Gwen never wasted an opportunity to talk about it, and you, if the chance arose).

The clip moved onto another one—back to the Thor : Ragnarok movie, you and Heimdall were fighting together, however you missed a step in your stunt and ended up stumbling. Idris immediately caught you with a steady arm around your waist, full you to him so you could stabilise yourself.

You smiled up at him thankfully, squeezing his arm in gratitude (totally not because you’d just wanted to feel his bicep).

You watched as your on screen self get distracted again and Idris murmured to Tom who’d now appeared next to him, “I feel like it’s dishonourable how much I want her to fall so I can catch her again now.”

“Mate, trust me,” Tom laughed, “I completely understand. But she doesn’t need the rescuing.”

“That she does not.” Both men smiled fondly as they watched you.

Presently, you were actively refusing to blush.

A different clip started up—Florence Pugh was being interviewed, looking breathtaking in her green dress. “—did you take anything from set?” The interviewer was asking, smiling at Florence.

“Um—not much, just Y/n’s heart.” Florence immediately cracked up at her own joke, smiling widely. “And her underwear too.” She added.

The interviewer opened her mouth to say something more, giggling at Florence as she continued speaking: “and before you ask, no. I wouldn’t be selling, for any price. Finders keepers and all that shite—plus, she’s my girl, so. That rule applies even more so. No one else can take her heart. Or her pants.”

Watching your friend, you giggled at her cheesy smile at her words before getting distracted by your group chat, where multiple of your friends and co-starts had seen your message and were now responding. Your laughter increased tenfold as you opened the thread.

I thank god everyday for blessing mankind with this man right here.